“You don’t say?” drawled Dan. “I guess I wasn’t the only one who was scared. If Bob hadn’t grabbed you as you went through the door, you’d have been running yet.”
“Pshaw!” said Nelson with a grin. “I wasn’t scared; I was just going for assistance.”
“I suppose there’s no supper for us to-night,” said Tom hopelessly.
“Supper? What do you want supper for?” asked Bob. “Didn’t you eat enough dinner to last you a week?”
“We’re a lot of idiots not to keep some chocolate or something of that sort in our pockets,” said Nelson. “You bet that when I get to a store I’m going to lay in a supply.”
“Wish I had some now,” wailed Tom.
“We might eat Barry,” suggested Bob.
“You might get killed too,” said Dan grimly. “This old rain will have to hold up after a while.”
“It’s holding us up just at present,” observed Nelson.