“And so we’re going to get square with them.”
“Hooray!” said Tom in a husky whisper.
“How?” questioned Nelson.
“I’m coming to that,” answered Dan importantly.
“You’re a long old time coming,” Tom grumbled. “I’ll bet that fellow has got up-stairs by now and murdered the hero and the girl, and I wasn’t there to——”
“Cut it out, Tommy!” commanded Dan. “You see that flag over there at Wickasaw’s landing?”
“I see something sort of white that may be a flag, or may be some fellow’s Sunday shirt,” answered Nelson.
“Well, that’s that old white flag with the score on it. They’re too lazy to do anything shipshape, and so instead of tying it onto the lanyards under the camp-flag——”
“Bending it on, you mean,” said Tom.