“How about those fireworks?” asked Dick.
“I expect them today.”
“Have you got enough?” asked Sam.
“As many as we had at Brill.”
“That will be plenty.”
“I ordered some powder, too, for use in the old cannon,” went on Tom. “We’ll wake up the natives this Fourth all right!”
“You look out that you don’t blow yourself up,” warned Dick, for he knew his fun-loving brother could get rather reckless at times.
“Oh, I’ll be on guard,” was Tom’s answer.
When Tom went to Oak Run to get the fireworks old Ricks was decidedly grouchy.
“I’ve got a good mind not to let you have ’em,” growled the station master. “You didn’t have no right to play that trick on me with that cigar.”