"But I haven't thought of a thing, fellows," protested Prescott.
"Say, I want some of you fellows to help me take off old Pond's gate to-night," called Toby Ross. "We can take it down and hang it on the fountain in the square. That'll be a good mile from his house, and old Pond will be awful mad, because he'll have to tote it all the way back himself. He's too stingy to hire a teamster to take it back."
"And that's your idea of fun is it?" demanded Dick.
"It might be for a seven-year-old, but it sounds pretty stupid for an eighth grader."
"What do you want me to do, then—set old Pond's house a-fire?" queried Toby with an injured air.
"We'll have to take down a lot of signs and change 'em," proposed Ned Allen.
"What do you think of that, Dick?" asked Spoff Henderson.
"That sounds kiddish, too, doesn't it?" objected Dick. "And the trick is at least three times as old as Gridley."
"We can slip in at the back of George Farmer's place," suggested Wrecker Lane. "You know, he's always bragging about the fine milk he serves. Well, if we can get in at the cooling trough in his yard we can empty half the milk out of each big can and fill it up with water. Then won't he hear a row from his customers about watered milk?"