“Yes—you—would!” scoffed Darry. “Anyhow, we’re roped. We’ll go down there and those girls will get mushy over us. Huh!”
“Huh!” repeated his chum, but still with a twinkle in his eye.
“I like that!” scoffed Amy. “‘Get mushy’ over you two fellows! What is your opinion of yourselves, anyway?”
“Oh, come now, Amy, what would you do without ‘big brother’ to help you out of scrapes?” And Darry grinned at his sister.
“It is a sad case, boys,” Jessie admitted. “But perhaps we may be able to help you out.”
“You help me out of this thing, Jess Norwood, and I will be your friend for life,” Darry declared earnestly.
“Seems to me,” put in Amy roguishly, “I have heard a similar promise made before. Aren’t we forever helping you boys out of scrapes?”
“You ought to be proud to do it,” declared Burd Alling, chuckling.
“Whether we are proud to do it or not,” continued Jessie, giggling, “we know our duty.”
“Sure! ‘You seen your duty and you done it,’” declared the irrepressible Burd.