Greg took a peep, became suspicious, and started to hum: "He was the Sleepiest Boy." Smack! came a small sod, with which Dave had slyly provided himself in advance.
"Ugh! Gr-r-r-r!" sputtered young Holmes, leaping to his feet and spitting out the stuff from his mouth.

It was mostly the grass side of the sod that had struck his teeth, but a little of the loam had gone in with it.
"Good enough for me, I suppose," grimaced Greg, seating himself once more when he had cleaned his mouth fairly well.

Dave, who had turned over to grin at Greg, soon rolled back to his old posture on the grass.
Greg, however, was not disposed to let the matter pass as easily as the others imagined.

Shortly Holmesy jumped astride of Dave and rolled that youth over on to his back.
"I didn't eat all of the sod," young Holmes announced.

"You may have the rest, Darry.