“Weren’t you awfully scared?” asked Skeets.
“Not a bit,” declared Billy. “Why should I be scared at seeing two clothes pins holding up a shirt?”
There was a moment of awful silence.
Then with a howl the crowd rose and threw themselves on Billy, and mauled and pounded him until he begged for mercy.
“To think that I fell for it!” snorted Fred disgustedly. “I sure am easy.”
“I’m just as bad,” mourned Sparrow. “I swallowed the whole thing, hook, line and sinker. I’m not fit to go around alone. They ought to put me in an asylum for the feeble-minded.”
“Serves you both right,” laughed Bobby. “You ought to know Billy by this time. Whenever he starts to talk you can be sure that he’s trying to put something over on us.”
“I’d hate to have your suspicious disposition,” grinned Billy, highly delighted with the success he had scored.
“Say, fellows, isn’t it getting near time for lunch?” spoke up Pee Wee from his recumbent position on one of the steps.
“Can’t that tank ever get filled up?” asked Skeets. “Look at the way he polished off that grand old Thanksgiving dinner, and he’s starving yet.”