“Oh, that’s Frank’s work of reparation,” answered Phil. “He’s fixed the sofa. Isn’t it dry yet, you old Mugwump?”
“Yes, I think it is,” answered Frank. Then, taking his position near the article of furniture, he began cutting the string that held the sheet in place. He had tied it securely, a measure of precaution that alone had prevented Phil and Sid from lifting the veil to see what sort of a repair job the Big Californian had done.
“Boys,” went on Frank, as at last he was ready to pull off the sheet, “I have a little surprise for you.”
“Surprise!” repeated Tom blankly.
“Spring it!” ordered Dutch Housenlager.
[CHAPTER XVII]
THE AUCTION
There was an eager pressing forward on the part of all in the room. Frank stood facing his chums and companions, a curious look on his face.
“So this is what he’s been up to all this while,” murmured Phil.