“Can you beat that valley for signalling? Westy’s nearly as high up as we are. Now for the fire and then the plum-duff. Don’t be afraid of it-you can only die once. Wish I had some raisin pudding, but my mother turned me down on raisins to-day.”
He sat down on the ground near Tom, scaled his hat into the tent, drew his knees up, and breathed a long, exaggerated sigh of fatigue after his few minutes’ exertion.
“Let’s see, what was I going to ask you? Oh, yes; how’d you get hunk on John Temple?”
“Put a quarantine sign on Sissy Bennett’s house.”
“What?”
“Sure; didn’t yer see it?”
“What for?”
“He’s a rich guy, ain’t he?”
Roy looked at him, puzzled.
“Dere’s a gang comin’ over from Hillside ter s’prise him to-night.”