""You gave me that
howled piece on purpose..." the sneak, as soon as he had cleared
his mouth. "Oh, what an awful dose! Somebody give me a drink of
water."
"The water is all gone, Mumps," answered Tom. "Awfully sorry.
Have a glass of root beer," and he poured out a tumbler full.
Willing to drink anything to take that taste out of his mouth, the
sneak took the tumbler and gulped down about half of the root
beer.
The remainder was about to follow, when suddenly he stopped short.
"Oh, my!"
"Awfully good, isn't it?" put in Dick.
"Good? It tastes like salt water!" snorted Mumps. And he was not
far wrong, for Tom had taken the pains to put a lot of salt in to
the glass before filling it up.
"Why, that is the best root beer I ever tasted," put in Larry.
"It's as sweet as sugar. Let me taste your glass, Mumps."
"Do so with pleasure," and the sneak passed it over. Larry
pretended to take a gulp. "Fine! Couldn't be better. Isn't that
so, Frank?" and he passed the glass to Hairrington. "It's
certainly as good as mine, and that's 0. K.," answered Frank; and
then George Granbury took the tumbler and declared the root beer
was even better than what he had had previously.
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