"A bath will do them good." "Let's give 'em a rubbing down with mud!" cried Jerry Koswell.

He had some tar handy, and if the mud was used he intended to mix some of the tar with it on the sly.
"That's the talk!" cried Larkspur, who knew about the tar, he having purchased it for Koswell and Flockley.

The three had at first intended to smear the beds of the Rovers with it, but had gotten no chance.
"Give them a good dose!" said Dudd Flockley.

He had joined in the blanket-tossing with vigor.
Sam, Songbird and Stanley were being led to the river when Max came rushing up to Tom and Dick, who happened to be in the library, looking over some works of travel.
"Come on mit you!" he cried excitedly in broken English.

"Da have got Sam and Stanley and dot friend of yours alretty! Hurry up, or da was killed before we git to help 'em!" "They?
Who ?" asked Dick, leaping up.
"Sophs--down by der gym!" And then Max cooled down a bit and related what he had seen.
"We must surely go to the rescue!" cried Tom.