“You mean Fe—er, the Doctor, do you, Elmer?” he demanded.
“No other,” he was told.
Wee Willie stared across to where he had last seen the recumbent figure of their unwelcome guest.
“Glad to hear the news, that’s right; when did he slip away?” he asked.
“Oh! about ten minutes or so back,” he was informed. “I waited to make sure of it before I waked you.”
Amos sat up just then.
“What’s this I heard you say, Elmer; that he’d quit us?” he demanded eagerly.
So Elmer had to tell the story of his seeing the insane man get to his feet, and how at one time he even feared the other meant to creep toward them, which would have surely spelled trouble for everybody.
“But I’m glad to say he changed his mind,” he concluded, “and went away peacefully; so I reckon there’ll be no need of these bully clubs I managed to get together for use in case of a racket.”
“Gee! what a high old time we’d have had, if the fight came off,” speculated the lanky one, with half a chuckle. “Some of us might have had welts all over our bodies that’d spoil our whole outing. Yes, I’m glad myself it didn’t happen that way. I don’t mind a class rush, or a football tackle, but excuse me from battling with a crazy man.”