“Now for a fling on shore,” shouted Roy. “Hand me something till I fling it on shore,” he added, hitching his trousers in true mariner’s fashion.
“Oh, the sailor’s life is bold and free,
Yo hum, yo ho, yo ha, yo hee!
The briny foam he doesn’t fear—
When the foam is on an ice cream soda.
Tom’s going to treat.”
Roy, being the leader of the Silver Foxes, represented that patrol in the suit-buying expedition; Tom represented his own patrol, and Artie Van Arlen, leader of the Ravens (of whom you shall know more in another volume) completed the trio.
“Correct imitation of a boy scout hunting for an ice cream soda,” said Roy, climbing stealthily over the lumber pile and picking his way up to the street. “Gee, it seems funny to be in a city, doesn’t it? What are all the flags for?”
“What flags?” said Tom.
“Flagstones—you’re walking on ’em. No sooner said than stung!”