“I come,” said a deep voice, “I come——!”
Nelson seized the stick of wood and held it above his head.
“You come any nearer and you’ll get this in the head!” he cried. The dark-robed figure seemed to pause, and Bob found his courage.
“Who in thunder are you?” he asked angrily. “What do you want here?”
“I come,” began the deep voice again, “I come in three-pound, five-pound, and ten-pound packages; also in glass jars. A rubber band——”
“Tommy!” cried Nelson.
“Tommy!” growled Bob.
The robe, which suddenly turned out to be a much-bedraggled gray blanket, dropped to the floor and Tom’s grinning face confronted them.
“Hello, you fellows,” said Tom. “What you scared of?”
“You, you little knock-kneed, bandy-legged, cross-eyed runt!” answered Bob angrily. “And for two cents I’d——!”