He thrust his bare feet into his boots and ran up towards home.
“We may as well go,” said Lange, the schoolmaster, looking round. “It won’t come to anything, after all.”
“I’m going out to have a look at the thing, anyhow,” said Rothe, and began pulling off his boots.
“I’m half a mind to myself,” said Dr. Hoff, tripping about.
“Give you a ride out, Doctor?” suggested Rothe.
Several of the onlookers laughed, but the little dark medico accepted the offer in all seriousness.
And suddenly quite a number decided to go out and look for themselves.
Trane, the barber, and schoolmaster Lange sat down back to back and began pulling off shoes and stockings. Lange put his hat over the foot he bared first.
“Ugh!” from one and then another as they dipped their feet. The water was cold.