“Go on! Go on!”
“Oh, yes, I forgot. Well, it seems he’s invited half a dozen of the yearlings—his gang, you know—to help him eat ’em, b’gee.”
Indian smacked his lips and looked hungry.
“Whereabouts?” inquired Mark. “And when?”
“They’re going to steal out into the woods to-night,” continued Dewey. “One of the drum orderlies is going to have the box there for them.”
“How did you learn all this?”
“I heard ’em talking about it. And, b’gee, they’re expecting to have a high old time. What I want to know is, b’gee, are we going to allow it. I——”
“Wow, no!” roared Texas, indignantly. “The idea of their daring it. I say, we must bust up the hull bizness!”
“Yea, by Zeus!” echoed the Parson.
Mark cleared his throat at this stage of the proceedings and began solemnly: