“Come on!” came the orders, and Andy and Dunk were dragged off toward a certain resort.
“No, we can’t go—really!” protested Dunk, holding back.
“We just came out for a glass of soda,” insisted Andy, “and we’ve got to get right back!”
“Oh, yes! That’s all right.”
“Soda!”
“Listen to him!”
“Regular little goody-goody boys!”
“They were trying to sneak off by themselves and have a good time by their lonesomes!”
And thus the various laughing and disbelieving comments came, one after another.
“Bring ’em along with us, and we’ll show ’em how to enjoy life!” someone called. “Gaffington will meet us at Paddy’s!”