“You’re right.” Hippy remedied the oversight at once. “Get up! You made me swim in the cold lake, so I think I will give you a dose of the same medicine. I’m going to throw you in the lake.”
“Oh, wow!” howled Chunky.
“No, no,” protested Tom Gray. “Don’t do that, Hippy. He might catch cold and be sick on our hands,” grinned Tom.
“I’ll be even with you for this, Uncle Hip,” threatened Stacy.
“He hasn’t had enough yet, Tom. Help me throw him in.”
“Yes, I have. I’ve had enough. I’ll never play such a trick on you again. It was a low-down trick to play. Next time I’ll do it in some other way, but if you let me alone I’ll let you alone.”
“Don’t make threats,” warned Lieutenant Wingate.
“I can tell you something you want to know, too. I know something that you don’t know,” answered Stacy.
“First you had better come back to camp and apologize to the girls,” suggested Tom.
Stacy went along, rather timidly at first; then, as the thought of what he had discovered occurred to him, he swelled out his chest and began to boast.