“How long have they been there, Mr. Griggs?” asked Dick, his face on a broad grin.
“About three hours.”
“And haven’t dared to come down on account of the dogs—I see,” said Frank, smiling.
“They may now,” answered the farmer. “I guess they’ve had a good dose this time.”
He whistled to the dogs, opened the gate for them to pass out, and waved his hand towards the treed captives.
“Hey, you fellows!” he shouted, “you can go on your way now.”
Jed and his friends climbed down from the trees. They sneaked for the further corner of the fence away from their amused schoolmates.
“They look pretty forlorn, for a fact,” chuckled Tom.
“Go in and help yourselves, lads,” invited Farmer Griggs, opening the gate for Bob and his friends to pass through.
“Oh, say, you’re awful kind,” cried Sammy.