Bob looked at him in dawning suspicion.
“Think that’s the way of it, do you, Tommy?” he asked. Tom nodded, but didn’t seem to care to look at the questioner.
“Maybe a fisherman was going by,” he elaborated, “and saw us all asleep in here, and thought it would be a good joke——”
“Is that so?” cried Bob, leaning over and jerking the bedclothes from Tom. “You’re a very smart little boy, aren’t you?”
Dan made a leap and landed astride the culprit.
“You did it, you grinning idiot!” he cried, shaking Tom back and forth.
“Honest, Du-du-du-dan!” gurgled Tom. “I—I——”
“Honest, you what?” demanded Dan, letting up for an instant.
“Did!” squealed Tom. Then chaos reigned and blankets waved as Dan and Tom rolled about the narrow berth. “You’d bu-bu-bu-better lemme up!” panted Tom, “or I won’t cu-cu-cook you any bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-breakfast!”
“Apologize?” asked Dan.