"How I would love to play ghost on him!"
"He'd have a fit and die," added Shep.
The negro had not disarranged the boat in the least, so they were
soon on their way, Shep and Giant taking the oars. Snap leaned
back in the stern and stretched himself.
"Tell you what, fellows, our outing is starting with lots of excitement.
Wonder how it is going to end?"
"Perhaps it will end very tamely," said Whopper, who was in the
bow, munching an apple. "We'll strike several weeks of rain,
and not get a shot at anything larger than a rabbit. Then we'll
all take cold, and have to send for a doctor, and-----"
"Say, please heave him overboard, somebody!" burst out Giant.
"He's just as cheerful as a funeral. We are going to have nothing
but sunshine, and I am going to shoot two bears, four deer, seventeen
wildcats, eighteen-----"
"Hold on!" shouted Snap. "You have gotten into Whopper's story-bag,
Giant, and it won't do."
"Oh, I was fooling!" said Whopper. "We are going to have a peach
of a time. We are going to strike an old lodge in the wood---some
an old hermit once lived in---and find a big pot of gold under the-----"
"Bay window, near the well, just across the corner from the
barber shop, next to the school," broke in Shep.
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