"All out!" shouted Macnooder.
In a jiffy every boy was on the ground.
"All push!"
The stage, propelled by dozens of vigorous hands, went up the hill on a run.
"Same places!"
"All ready?"
"Let her go!"
Mamie Reilly, being discovered on the roof and selfishly claimed below, was thrust kicking and wriggling over the side and into the ready hands at the window.
"All ready, orchestra?" said Macnooder.
"Aye, aye, sir."