“No more sawing and fiddling,” put in Andy. “We want straight goods. Where are we going this summer?”
“You’re going with me,” answered Spouter, with a grin.
“So you’ve told us about three thousand times. But where are we going?”
“You’re going home first.”
“Pound him, fellows, pound him! Throw him down and pound him good!” and thereupon the whole crowd pounced upon the luckless schemer.
“Hold on! Hold on! Let me up!” spluttered Spouter. “Let me up, and I’ll tell you everything!”
“Honest?” demanded Andy. “If you fool us this time we’ll drag you to the bathroom and duck you.”
“Cross my heart!” panted Spouter. “Now let me up!”
The others allowed him to arise and then forced him into an easy chair in the corner and all stood over him menacingly.
“You are going to spend your vacation at a new place which was purchased by my dad only a few months ago,” answered Spouter.