“Mine, too,” said Ned. “But I’ll get my father to explain so the men won’t think we stole them. And we’ll get even with that South Beaufort gang, some day.”
“You bet we will,” vowed Hal, pulling himself together. “They didn’t hurt me much, only they didn’t give me any chance.”
The boys compared notes, and found that neither was damaged beyond a few bruises, and their wounded spirits. They spent an hour going over plans to get even; the best seemed to be to enlist all their friends for the Democratic parade, and march through South Beaufort, and when the moment came, to turn on the “gang” and simply annihilate it.
However, this plan did not ripen, mainly because the Democratic parade was prevented by rain.
[ CHAPTER X]
THE TROUBLE AT BREEDE’S HILL
“Ned—oh, Ned! It’s snowing!” called Mr. Miller, up the stairs.
“Bully!” called back Ned, bouncing out of that bed which only a moment before he had been loth to leave.