CHAPTER XXIV
BIG GUS AND HIS GANG
Thus having got poor Jeems securely tied, Tom and Jo vamoosed down the hill shaking with laughter. Then they ran around the edge to the brook side of the hill and ran to Jeems’ rescue, he yelling lustily for help.
“Where did they go?” cried Jo.
“Back to the woods,” replied Jeems.
“How many were they?” asked Tom.
“I couldn’t count ’em,” answered Jeems.
“What were you doing?” inquired Jo, “while these rascals were tying you?”
“Nuthin’,” replied Jeems.