“Same thing I guess,” chuckled Rick. “Can you come on over?”
“Sure! No lessons now.”
“Oh, boy! That’s right—no lessons now! It’s grand—what?”
“Best ever! All right, I’ll come over. Maybe your uncle’ll tell us something about that cabbage leaf and bullet.”
“And the stone, too,” added Rick. “I wonder what it was?”
“Maybe some of the fellows did it,” suggested Chot. “I meant to ask ’em if they chucked it over the fence but I forgot.”
“I don’t believe they did, or we’d have heard something,” said Rick. “Anyhow, if they had, Uncle Tod wouldn’t have acted that way. He seemed real worried.”
“Scared I’d call it,” was Chot’s opinion.
“Well, maybe he seemed scared, but he really wasn’t,” said Rick, in defence of his uncle. “You ought to have seen him the time I was with him last summer.”
“You mean when you went with him on the Sallie?”