"We haven't done much to either of you young fellers not a quarter as much as we're going to do if you don't both of you quit your nonsense soon.

Help 'em up, now." Dick allowed himself to be lifted to his feet and supported in a standing position by one of the most powerful-looking of the tramps.

Darrin, however, continued to act as if he were almost lifeless.
"Give him the water cure," ordered the boss tramp, in an undertone to one of his confederates.
Going to the peddler's wagon the one so directed took down a pail.
He went off in the darkness, but soon came back with a pail of water.

Slipping up slyly, he dashed the water full in Darry's face.
With a gasping cry of rage Dave Darrin started to spring to his feet.

Then, remembering his part, he sank back again to the ground.
"Raise him," directed the boss tramp.