But if you get to exulting over the rain that is to get us out of a drill or two, or bragging about a cool breeze getting lost around here in the daytime, then the raindrops cease at once, the wind dies down, and the sun comes out hotter than it has been before in a week!" Dick took another look outside.
"Then I won't say that this rain is going to last all afternoon, but it is," Dick smiled.
"Now, you've spoiled it all!" cried Greg.
"Say, Holmesy, old spectre!" hailed a laughing voice across the street.
"Hullo!" Greg answered.
"Haven't a cold, have you ?" "No." "Don't feel that you're marked for pneumonia ?" "What are you driving at Furlong ?" Greg called back.
"Come along over, if you can brave the storm!" called yearling Furlong.

"You and the rest." "Shall we go over, Dick ?" asked Greg, turning around.
"Yes; why not?
If nothing else, we'll leave Anstey in peace for his big sleep.

Duck out.

I'll be on your heels." The flap across the way was thrown open hospitably as Greg entered, followed by Cadet Prescott.
"Where's old Mason and Dixon ?" demanded Furlong, alluding to the fact that Anstey was a Virginian.
"He has turned in for a big sleep," Greg informed their hosts.
"Great!" chuckled Furlong.

"Let's peep in and throw a bucket of water over him.