“I guess we’d better not tell the fellows about it,” said Bob. “If we do, it’s sure to get out and Clint will hear of it. If he does, it’s all over.”
“That’s so. We’ll just say that we’re trying to think up a way to do it. And this afternoon some of us had better go to Warder and get a gallon can of nice blue paint. Then to-morrow morning we can get to work before any one knows anything about it.”
“We’ll have to have Nelson and Tom, though.”
“Sure! We couldn’t do it without them. It will take a couple of you to hold the rope. You’ll have to snub it around a tree, or something, you know. I guess you and I’d better go to Warder, because we’ll have to buy the rope too, and I want to have a hand in that; I feel a sort of interest in that rope.”
“I guess you do,” Bob answered with a smile. “But I don’t think I can go with you on account of practise. Take Nelson.”
“All right. Who’s got any money? I’ve drawn my allowance for next week already.”
“I guess I’ve got enough. I suppose we’ll have to stand the thing between us.”
“Sure! What’s the good of trying to collect from the crowd? Besides, if we did, Clint might hear of it. It won’t come to more than a dollar apiece, I guess.”
Nelson and Tom were duly let into the secret, and the latter became wildly excited.