“Well, he did it, anyway—actually walked across the plains.”
“I’m the I-told-you-so fellow,” laughed Dave. “Knew there was a lot in him.”
Cranny reflected.
“Fellows,” he presently observed, “we ought to teach him a jolly good lesson.”
“How?” asked Sam.
“Why, he has only a few dollars; let him alone for several days, an’ he’ll wake up an’ be beggin’ us to trot over an’ get him.”
“I don’t know about that.” Dave shook his head. “He’s really a brave little chap.”
Cranny began pacing up and down the room.
“Fellows,” he said, “I’ll have to get busy soon, or else the ‘mailed fist’ may be something more than a joke.” He laughed dryly. “But I want to have a bit o’ fun first. Let me manage this affair.”
And the others agreed.