Pete slipped out of his bunk.
"Look ye here," he said. "I ain't goin' to face the Perfessor alone. I'll come with ye, but let there be no huggin' before me; and, I say, divide the medicine."
"Now yer talkin'," said Dan, approvingly.
The three men dressed rapidly, opened the door, and peered out. Nobody being in sight, they secured three empty bottles, which they filled with the medicine. Five minutes later they were leading their saddle- horses out of the barn. Unobserved, they mounted and took the road.
"How air you two feelin'?" said Pete, as they broke into an easy "lope."
"Thunder and Mars!" exclaimed Dan. "It's a doggoned fact, but I'm feeling fine."
"It's the medicine," said Jimmie, athirst for more.
"The Perfessor's a stem-winder, an' no mistake," said Pete. "Let's drink his health--onst."
They did so--twice.
Old man Greiffenhagen's was about two miles distant. With him lodged Miss Edna Parkinson and Miss Mary Willing. These young ladies were bosom friends, and members of the Women's Christian Temperance Union. We describe them adequately enough by adding that they were capable, pretty and good.