"BABBLING BUTT-IN" "You fellows seem to think that everything is done when you get your own old duds back," complained Hi Martin angrily.

"You don't seem to think that there's any need of doing anything for me." "Why should we ?" demanded Dick curtly.

"You're the fellow who helped put up a job to hide our clothes.

Now, you yell because you can't find your own." "I'll go and get you some other clothes, whenever I'm paid for it in advance," Greg smilingly repeated his offer.
Dick's brain was busy with plans for holding Amos Garwood until the latter's father and friends could take charge of him.
"You're all the meanest lot!" protested Martin, tears of anger standing in his eyes.
"And you're the funniest fellow," mocked Tom.

"To see a lot of sport in playing a trick on us, but howling like a dog with a can tied to his tail when you find yourself the only one stung by the joke." "I'm going to leave here," Dick suddenly declared.
"Oh, I wish you would find my clothes and bring them to me," begged Hi.
"Come along, Greg.