“Asleep!” snorted Gif. “The idea! I’ve half a mind to use a horsewhip on him!”
Andy had found Jeff lying in one of the hammocks. The colored man, bedecked in his big kitchen apron and wearing his cook’s cap, was fast asleep and snoring lustily.
“I’ll fix him, the black rascal!” began Gif, and started to rush forward when Andy suddenly stopped him.
“Wait a minute, Gif,” said the fun-loving Rover, in a low voice. “Wait a minute! We’ll give that coon the surprise of his life.”
CHAPTER XXII
THE DEPARTURE OF JEFF
As has been mentioned before, some of the hammocks which the boys had slung were close to the water’s edge. One hammock, put up by Randy, hung across a small stream that at that point flowed into Big Bear Lake. It was this hammock into which Jeff had thrown himself, probably while waiting for the lads to return.
“What are you going to do, Andy?” questioned Jack.
“Let him down into the brook. It will do him good,” returned the fun-loving Rover.
“Now you are talking!” came from Gif. “Souse him good! He deserves it!”