“Nothing of the kind! I didn’t have a bit more than you had,” growled Hendry. He broke off suddenly. “Hello! what’s up now?”
“Hi! Hi! What’s the meaning o’ this?” cried a voice from around one end of the big barn, and a man, dressed in overalls and a heavy cap and carrying a broom, appeared.
“Hello there, Bob Nixon!” cried Jack. “What’s wrong?”
“There’ll be a whole lot wrong if you fellows keep on throwing those snowballs much farther,” answered Bob Nixon, who was a chauffeur for the Hall and who did all sorts of odd jobs in the winter time.
“Did we hit you?” questioned Phil Franklin.
“You sure did—on the back and on my hand,” answered Nixon.
“We didn’t know anybody was around on that side of the barn,” announced Andy.
“I don’t suppose you did. But never mind me. What I want to know is, do you fellows intend to smash all the glass in those hotbed frames out yonder?”
“Great salt mackerel!” ejaculated Fred. “I forgot those hotbed frames were there.”
“Why, the glass is out of ’em, anyway, isn’t it?” questioned Gif.