“Think of Roy Bock reporting to Captain Putnam for this!” said Pepper. “Wouldn’t that make you scream?”
“And maybe Ritter will report Bock and his gang to Doctor Pornell,” suggested Dale.
“Sure, and its the foinest mix-up I ever seen in me life,” was Emerald’s comment. “If only they meet some day an’ fight it out!” And the grin on his broad face spread from ear to ear.
The crowd walked down to the lake shore and then to the place where the lawn party was in progress. They saw a dozen or more girls in the grounds, but only five boys.
“It’s hard luck for the girls,” was Pepper’s comment. “But it can’t be helped.”
“I don’t pity them,” said Andy. “They didn’t invite me,—and I once took two of them rowing, too.”
“Yes, and they didn’t invite me—and I once treated three of them to ice-cream soda,” added Dale.
The boys watched the party from a distance, and then, when it was growing late, started again in the direction of the ice house.
“Hark! what is that?” called Andy suddenly.
“Sounds like somebody fighting,” answered Pepper.