"It does brace a fellow up to have that—-that—-what do you call it?"
"Hole In The Wall bath," nodded Ned.
"That's just the trouble. There wasn't any hole in the wall to let the heat out. Oh, it was awful. If you don't think it was, then some of you fellows get in there for a roast. Oh, I'm sore!"
Stacy limped off by himself, then stood leaning against a rock, still in his underwear, gazing moodily at the waters of Havasu River. Stacy was much chastened for the time being.
All at once the lad started. Ned Rector had laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, it's you?"
"Yes. You aren't angry with me, are you, Chunky?"
"Angry with you?"
"Yes."
"Did you ever have a sore lip, Ned?"