[CHAPTER II]
THE CAMP IN THE COVE
“Hey, Buster,” cried the one on the other side of the fence, “where did you say Josh was?”
“He went for help, over to the farmhouse where we got the milk and eggs,” answered the boy in the tree.
“Well,” George went on, after looking all around. “I don’t see him coming any too fast; and I wouldn’t put it past that joker to take a snooze on the way, so as to make you worry a lot more.”
“Yes, I was just thinking that same thing myself, George. Josh has got it in for me, you know, every time. But please think up some way to toll this angry gentleman cow away, George.”
“If I only had that red sweater now, I believe it could be done,” said George, presently.
“Why, that was what Josh said too,” lamented the prisoner; “but don’t you see I can’t get it over to you at all?”
“Course not; but hold on there!” called George.
“Oh! now I know you’ve thought of an idea. Good for you, George! You’re the best friend a fellow ever had, when he was in trouble. Are you going to sneak in the pasture, and tempt the bull away?”