“You’re kidding us.”
“What the dickens is he up to now?”
“What do you mean—bridged?”
“Let’s see it.”
“Don’t crowd.”
“Look out, you’ll tear it.”
“Well—I’ll—be—” Roy Blakely began, elbowing his way into the excited throng.
“What do you suppose he’s been doing?”
“Let’s hike around.”
“Not to-night,” said a scoutmaster.