As the laugh ended, Mumps shook his fist at one and
another of his tormentors.
"Think you are smart, don't you?" he spluttered in his rage.
"I'll fix you all! I'll go and tell Captain Putnam all about this
spread, and then maybe you won't catch it!"
"Mumps, keep quiet," said Dick, placing himself between the
enraged one and the door. "Make too much noise, and I'll promise
you the worst drubbing you ever received."
"If you peach on me, I'll give you a second whipping," added Tom.
"This is a gentlemanly affair," put in Larry.
"The boy who gives us away gets a thrashing from me."
"Ditto myself," said Frank; and several others said the same. All
looked so determined that Mumps fell back in alarm.
"You let me go," he whined. "I don't want to stay here any
longer."
"You can't go until you promise to keep quiet," said Dick.
"And you'll promise right now," cried Tom, seizing a pitcher of
ice water that had been hidden under one of the stands. Leaping
on a bed he held the pitcher over Mumps' head.
"Promise, quick, or I'll let her go!" he went on.
"Oh, don't!" yelled Mumps, as a few drops of the water landed on
his head and ran down his neck.
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