“Yes, you will—not,” said Westy.
“Look at Eddie, he’s half asleep,” said Dorry.
“Wake up, Ed,” shouted Roy. “It’s time to take your sleeping powder.
“I wouldn’t get up if you set a firecracker off under me, that’s how tired I am,” mumbled Eddie.
“I’ll make them get up,” Roy whispered, winking at Tom.
He pulled out his trusty harmonica and began to play the national air. Tom could not help laughing to see how they all rose.
“Now’s your chance, sit down, Tom,” said Roy. “The Pied Piper of What’s-his-name hasn’t got anything on me! The object of the puzzle, ladies and gentlemen,” he continued.
“Hear! Hear!”
“Go to it. You’re doing fine!”
“The object of the puzzle,” said Roy, rolling up his sleeves as if he intended to do the puzzle then and there, “the object of the puzzle is to get inside the Ravens’ tent without entering it. Will some gentleman in the audience kindly loan me a high hat and a ten-dollar gold piece? No? Evidently no gentleman in the audience.”