“You be blowed,” said Dan. “You know too much, Tommy. Well, instead of fixing it on to the rope they just nailed it on to the pole. That’s the lucky part of it; see?”
The others looked across at the blur of white and then looked at Dan. Then they shook their heads.
“I may be stupid, Dan,” said Nelson apologetically, “but I’m blowed if I do see.”
“I guess the answer’s a bottle of ink,” said Tom flippantly.
“Why,” said Dan impatiently, “if they’d taken it in we couldn’t have got it.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Nelson. “Then we’re going—to—to——”
“Swipe it!” said Dan.
Tom heaved a sigh of relief.
“Bully! I was afraid it was something to do with blue paint!”