“All right. I don’t care. Say, folks,” called Chunky. “Can’t you help me get my ‘pants’? Thomas wants his pajamas, too.”
“If I may be permitted to offer a suggestion, I should advise you to wait until the water spout dies down, then dive into the pool and rescue the clothes,” volunteered Emma.
“No, thank you. I was in hot water the other day and I still feel like a boiled potato with the skin peeling off. You know how I feel.”
“Never having been a boiled potato or a cabbage head, I don’t,” responded Emma.
“There goes the water down. Now all hands fall to and rescue Thomas’s pajamas and his shirt,” urged Hippy.
The Overlanders caught but a fleeting glance of the garments, which were quickly sucked down into the depths of the pool.
“When does this Fountain of Perpetual Youth spout again?” demanded Tom Gray.
“The guide says that it is irregular,” answered Grace. “Perhaps within the hour, or perhaps not until to-morrow.”
Tom growled long and deeply.
“Will—will my shirts come up?” stammered Stacy.