“He might take the law into his own hands,” drawled Dave. He smiled whimsically. “When Tom gets started——”
“It must be something awful,” finished Victor, with a gurgle of mirth.
“Clifton’s a mighty fine chap, Vic,” declared Charlie, reprovingly. “Wait till you know him a bit better. Where away, Bob?”
“It’s Spudger’s Great Combined Peerless Circus and Menagerie for me.” Victor spoke in tones which admitted of no argument. He poked Dave playfully in the ribs. “How about it, Brownie?”
The historian grinned complacently.
“I’m willing. What do you say, fellows?”
“Well, I wanted to take another look at Captain Bunderley’s yacht,” answered Bob, slowly. “Still——”
“Run along, then,” grinned Victor. “Brandon’s on my side. Where do you stand, Blakelets? Don’t hesitate. He who hesitates is lost.”
“No one ever could be in a nice little place like Kenosha,” said Charlie, with a faint smile.
“Very good—that is for you. Which is it—circus or boat?”