"Little and big fishes, if that isn't the worst I ever heard!" cried Kirk, with wide-open eyes. "Haven't you any idea who could have worked such a game on you?"
"Not the slightest."
"Christopher! Mighty tough luck, I must say," admitted Nat. "I can hardly believe it yet. Save anything, Somers?"
"Not enough to notice."
"Wow, won't your father be mad, though? Didn't you know any better than to leave the tub? Thought after we got out there was no danger, eh?"
Nat exhibited a trace of the sneering, unpleasant manner which had largely served to keep him out of the Rambler Club.
"Never was more surprised in my life," declared Kirk Talbot; "can't imagine why any one should have done it. Didn't you have a scrap with anybody, or raise a shindy in that town back there?"
"No!"
"Maybe 'pa' touched off the fuse," began Nat, laughing uproariously. "Say, Somers, didn't that yellow head take a dandy slide in the water? Oh, my, I guess he was wild, eh? My stars, the funniest sight I ever saw. Ha, ha!" Then suddenly becoming serious, he added: "Suppose you'll go back home now?"
"No, we are going to keep right on."