“Careful now! Don’t say anything you’ll be sorry for!” laughed Poke.
“—I’ll black your shoes!”
“Done, old scout! It’s a bargain. You fellows are witnesses.”
“Saturday morning, you said. What time?”
“Oh, say eleven; or later, if you like,” replied Poke.
“Eleven’s all right for me. And I don’t have to use this canoe unless I want to.”
“Use any canoe you like and as many as you like as long as they don’t have motors in them. We’re to start at the old bridge and finish here at the corner of the float. And if I get here first you black my shoes. And if you get here first I’m to black yours. Right?”
“Yes,” said Gary; and Jeffrey and Gibbs nodded.
“And there’s one other thing,” said Poke. “I want a good job done, Bull; no skimping the heels, you know!”
Gary grinned. “If you don’t get your shoes blackened until I do them, Poke, they’ll be sights.”