The Pony Rider Boys, understanding what this meant to the boy inside, unable to restrain themselves longer, gave vent to ear-splitting shouts of glee. Even the Indians turned to gaze at them in mild surprise.
"Take me out! I'm on fire!" yelled the fat boy lustily.
The Medicine Man thrust half a dozen other hot stones in, then sprinkled more water upon them.
"There's one more steaming for Chunky," sang Tad.
"There's one more roast for him," chanted Ned.
"We'll roast him till he's done," added Walter.
The Medicine Man sprinkled on more water.
"Ow, wow! Yeow, wow-wow!"
Anguished howls burst from the interior of the to-hol-woh. Then something else burst. The peak of the bath house seemed to rise right into the air. The sides burst out, flinging the blankets in all directions. Then a red-faced boy leaped out, and with a yell, fled on hot feet to the silvery Havasu River, where he plunged into a deep pool, the water choking down his howls of rage and pain.
The fat boy's Russo-Turkish bath had succeeded beyond the fondest expectations of his torturers.