“And never will if he can get out of it,” laughed Elfreda Briggs.
“Mebby he’s got all he kin do to lug himself around,” suggested one of the villagers.
Stacy eyed him narrowly.
“That never will bother you because your head is too light to overbalance you,” retorted the fat boy.
“Can you and Tom lift the gangway up?” called Hippy, clinging to the closed car door.
“We can, but we won’t,” answered Stacy.
“Huh! I suppose I shall have to get down and help you,” grunted Lieutenant Wingate.
“You will if you wish to use the gangway to-day,” retorted Stacy. “Don’t you reckon I’d better go look for Jake Coville?”
“Yes, yes, go on,” begged Tom Gray disgustedly.
“All right, I’ll go. Say, it’s a pity some of you lazy village folks wouldn’t turn to and give us a hand. Never saw such an indifferent lot in my life.”