He was fervent in his thanks to Bobby and Fred for having saved his life, but they waved these aside and made as light of their own part in the proceedings as possible.
“It would certainly have been all up with me if it hadn’t been for you fellows,” declared Lee. “I suppose the smoke must have stupefied me before you came, because I can just remember staggering about the room without even having sense enough to find the door. It was an awfully plucky thing for you boys to do, and I owe it to you that I’m not dead this minute.”
“You certainly look to be far enough from dead now,” laughed Bobby.
“Perhaps the shock and shaking up did me good instead of harm,” rejoined the boy from the South. “I certainly feel better than I did at this time yesterday.”
“All the same, I guess the doctor wouldn’t prescribe it,” said Fred with a grin.
“Probably not,” smiled Lee. “By the way I hear that you two fellows are going to have a vacation.”
“Right you are,” chuckled Fred. “And maybe we’re not tickled to death about it, eh, Bobby?”
“You bet!” returned Bobby happily. “But you’re on the list too, Lee, although for that matter you’ve been having about all the vacation you wanted for the last two weeks.”
“That was the wrong kind of vacation.”
“Of course you’ll have to spend it here,” conjectured Fred.