“Well, I say it’s dull,” went on Chapin. “Now you fellows used to cut up some, when you first came, but you’d think you had all reformed the way you’ve been keeping quiet lately.”
“There’s nothing to do,” complained Bill, in whom the spirit of mischief burned more strongly than in his brothers. “Show us a good lively time and we’ll be in on it.”
“I can’t show it to you,” replied Chapin. “You’ve got to make it for yourselves.”
“Well, I’ll do my share,” went on Bill eagerly. “Why, is there something up?”
“Now, Bill, you haven’t any time to undertake any pranks you know,” admonished Cap, but his voice was not at all commanding, and there was a gleam of interest in his eyes.
“Yes, cut out the funny business,” added Bill. “But what is it, anyhow, Bob? No harm in telling; is there?”
“Sure not. I was just wishing a racket would break loose, and I happened to think of something a while ago. It would take some nerve to do it though, and maybe you fellows—”
He paused significantly—temptingly.
“Say, who says we haven’t got the nerve?” demanded Bill quickly.
“Now, Bill go easy,” advised his older brother, but he, too, looked interested.