CHAPTER III
A LEAKY BOAT
The old barn made a good blaze. Beantoe and Spider, tied with their hands behind them to the fence, could not help but admit that.
“Say, it’s a peach of a fire all right!” exclaimed the long-legged lad, as he vainly struggled to free himself.
“It sure is! I wonder if they’ll arrest us?”
“Of course not. If they did I guess Bateye and the others would be square enough to own up to it.”
“I guess so, but maybe the firemen will be mad when they find out about it.”
“Get out! They’ll only be too glad of a chance to use the new hose. Besides Cooney Humpville hasn’t used his new trumpet yet. Say, it’s getting warm all right!”