"What we told Mr. Hand was the exact truth, Will Hen. You can just bet we didn't want to let him in for that. No, sir-ee! It was another lad altogether that little surprise party was intended for!"
And Will grinned mysteriously.
"Mebbe 'twas me you was after!" suggested Will Hen Baizley, with a snarl.
"I wouldn't bother my head about who it was intended for, if I were you," said Will, in a good-natured voice.
"Ef't had been me stidder old Hand, I'd 'a' broke every bone in yer carkus," growled Baizley.
"It wasn't Will that fixed the trap, anyway," said Ted. "It was me, and Will never saw it till he came up the hill just now!"
"O, 'twas you, was it!" remarked Will Hen Baizley. "I see, I see! Thought yer'd git square, eh? So it was me you expected to see flounderin' in that there old tub! I've 'most a mind to lick you fur it right now!"
Ted laughed; and the tough made a motion to spring over the fence.
"Baizley!" said Will. And the fellow paused.
"Go slow, now!" continued Will, with an amiable smile, but with a significant look in his eye. "I dare say you'd sooner fight than eat, but you'd better go home to your supper just now. Anyway, you mustn't come in here, for I don't want to be bothered!"