“They ought to be hammered good if they really did it,” cried Spouter.
“I’d like to take a horsewhip over them,” came from Fred. “Look at that sugar, will you? And look at the coffee!”
“Well, anyhow, they didn’t dare scatter it on the floor,” put in Randy.
“That proves one thing to me,” came quickly from Jack. “Tommy Flanders and his bunch didn’t do this alone. If it was the Flanders crowd alone they wouldn’t hesitate to make all our grub worthless to us. They would have scattered everything on the floor or thrown it into the brook, or something like that.”
“I believe you there, Jack,” answered Randy quickly. “Some of the better class of fellows must have been in this. They did it just to be funny.”
It was all the boys could do to make their way from one room to another of the bungalow since each of the doorways had been cluttered up by chairs and benches.
“Nothing to do but to straighten things out,” remarked Gif. “Some job, I’ll say.”
“Do you suppose they took the boats away?” questioned Spouter.
“I hardly think so, Spouter,” answered Jack. “The fellows who did this acted half decently about it; otherwise a lot of the stuff would have been actually ruined. And that being so, I don’t believe they really took the boats away. Probably they’re only hidden.”