“From the sublime to the ridiculous!” laughed Bob.
“Larry, of course,” said Tom.
“I’m neither sublime, ridiculous nor a cook,” grinned Larry.
The blond lad, the first one down-stairs, breathed a sigh of great relief.
“Whew! This place certainly gives me the creeps,” he murmured, with a shiver.
The meal was soon prepared, and eaten with great relish. Then the crowd wandered about the stockade, or explored the hills, until darkness came and the firelight danced and flickered over the walls of Fool’s Castle.
“At any rate we’ll have a nice, quiet night, with a roof over our heads,” said Bob, at length.
“I’m going to enjoy it,” said Dave, “especially after that extraordinary rumpus of last evening.”
“Say, Bob, I’ve been thinking an awful lot about Jed Warren,” remarked Tom, abruptly.
“Forget it!” snapped Larry.