“What do you suppose is in this cake, anyhow, and in the doughnuts?” demanded Jack, as he, too, made a wry face and stopped eating.
“Gracious me! do you suppose Hop Lung put the wrong stuff in the cake and in the doughnuts?” demanded Spouter anxiously.
“Oh, this is awful!” groaned Gif. “I’m burning up inside!” And he put both hands on his stomach.
“Maybe we’re poisoned!” suggested Randy. He made a wild dive for the water bottle, and this was passed around from hand to hand, each lad drinking eagerly in an endeavor to wash the burning taste from his mouth and throat.
“I know what’s the matter,” said Jack, after the most of the excitement was over. “Hop Lung doctored the cake and the doughnuts to get square with us for the trick we played on him.”
“I wonder if that’s so?” questioned Andy soberly.
“Sure, it’s so!” broke in Gif. “That Chink wasn’t as slow as you thought, Andy.”
“Gosh, my mouth burns yet!” grumbled Randy, taking a drink of cocoa. “That’s the worst dose I ever chewed. What do you suppose he put in the cake?”
“Tasted to me like a combination of cayenne pepper, mustard, and a few things like that,” answered Jack.
“Then the whole cake and all the doughnuts must be no good.”