Mrs. Bouncer came back with a genial smile.
"The dear boy isn't feeling quite himself yet," she remarked. "I think perhaps we had better leave him to himself for a time. You can see him later."
"Yes ma'am," replied Sammy. "We'll see him later."
"We'll see him later," repeated Frank, mechanically.
They forced their faces into a smile and went out. And it was not till they were well out of range of Mrs. Bouncer's sight that the frozen smile thawed out.
"Stung!" exclaimed Sammy, dropping heavily on the sand.
"Good and plenty," agreed Frank.
"Bob put one over on us that time all right," continued Sammy.
"He surely did," rejoined Frank. "But our time will come. We'll get him yet."
"You bet we will!" declared Sammy with emphasis. "But there he is now," he went on, looking up at Bob's window.