Stacy made a wry face and felt of his stomach, which action brought a laugh from the others.
Just then Stacy stiffened, then uttered a loud sneeze that shook him to his very foundations, causing Satan to jump so suddenly that he nearly unseated his rider.
"Whew! Thought my head had blown off. Guess we're all getting the grippe," he grinned, as the others began sneezing.
"Alkali," answered Parry. "You'll like that and the sage brush taste in your mouth more and more as you get to know them better."
"Excuse me," objected Ned. "I prefer talcum powder for mine, if I've got to sneeze myself to death on something. What time is it?"
"Dinner time," answered Stacy promptly. "I'll take ice cream."
"Dry toast will be more in your line, I'm thinking," suggested Ned.
"Or a sandwich," added Walter humorously.
"Hurrah, fellows! Walt Perkins has cracked a joke at last!" shouted Ned.
"Yes, it was cracked all right," muttered Chunky maliciously.