“Oh, get out! Swim half a mile and lug a man with her? And then carry him in her arms another half mile——”
“It was only a little ways, and——”
“She must have been a—an Amazon!”
“She wasn’t, she was a Spaniard.”
“Maybe she was a Spanish mackerel,” suggested Dan. “They can swim like anything. Now shut up, you chaps, and listen.”
“The chief conspirator has the floor,” murmured Tom.
“You know those Wickasaw dubs came over here to-day to our ball field and had the cheek to cheer for the Inn, don’t you?”
“Sure,” muttered Tom.
“Well, they had no business doing it.”
“That’s so,” Nelson concurred.