"You will do it," observed Ben. "Isn't that so, fellows?"
There was a chorus of approvals.
"So take off your coats and get to work," said Dave, who felt easier, now that he had the picture back. "I guess you both need a little exercise."
"I'll be hanged if I do a stroke!" roared Gus Plum.
Hardly had he spoken, when Ben caught up a pitcher of ice-water and held it over the bully's head.
"Take your choice, Plum!" he cried, and allowed a little of the ice-water to trickle down the bully's backbone. There was a roar of fright and a shiver.
"Oh! Don't do that! Do you want to freeze me to death!"
"Now, Poole, maybe you want some," added Ben, advancing. Poole tried to retreat, stumbled, and sat down heavily on a decayed cabbage, which squashed beneath him. He set up a roar.
"Now see what you've done, Ben Basswood! My best gray suit, too! I'll fix you for this!"
"Both of you must get to work!" declared Dave.
"We'll give you two minutes in which to get started. If you don't start"
"We'll roll you in the decayed vegetables and kick you out," finished Buster Beggs. With the term so nearly ended, he was growing reckless. "I'll play timekeeper," and he drew out his watch.
