“My courage was down in my boots for a while,” confessed Hal Hastings, as the three chums continued their walk back to the Basin.
“When?” demanded Eph, grimly. “When [pg 131] your boots—and the rest of you—were so high up in the air over the blanket?”
“No; when the cadets were caught at it,” replied Hal.
“Say, Jack,” demanded Eph, “do you ever give much thought to the future life?”
“Meaning the life in the next world?” questioned Benson.
“Yes.”
“I sometimes give a good deal of thought to it,” Jack confessed.
“Then where do you expect to go, when the time comes?”
“Why?”
“After the whoppers you told that officer?”