"That way." Garwood pointed to the road.
"You fellows get a few things on and run after Teall as fast as
you can go," ordered Hi. "Quick! Don't lose a moment. Do you
hear?"
"Yes," nodded Prescott.
"Hustle, then!"
"Forget it," requested Dick, deliberately drawing on a shoe over
a sock, next doing the lacing slowly and with great care.
"Which one of you will go!" asked Hi, turning appealingly to the
others.
"Hear the echo?" mocked Dave Darrin. "The echo says, 'which one?'"
"Say, you fellows are meaner than poison!" Hi exploded tremulously.
"You have a very short memory, Hi," retorted Greg Holmes.
"Who was it that put up the job on us? Who helped Teall to do
it?" asked Harry Hazelton.
"But I'm sorry for that," protested Hi Martin, tears again coming
to his eyes.
"I believe you," Dick nodded cheerily. "You're indeed sorry---sorry
for the way it turned out for yourself."
"But aren't you fellows going after Teall and my clothes?" insisted
the naked one.
"We're not going to chase Teall," Darrin answered, "if that's
what you mean. But, see here, Martin, I'm not going to be downright
mean with you."
"Thank you," said Martin gratefully. "You always were a good
fellow, Darrin."
"I'm going to be a good fellow now," Dave pursued.
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