They'll make the greatest blaze you ever heard of." "But mum's the word until the right time comes," warned Pepper.

And then the crowd dispersed for the evening drill.
Two boys had been listening to the talk from behind a nearby clump of bushes.

They were Reff Ritter and Gus Coulter.
Neither of the cronies had gone to the football game, having preferred to walk to a cabin in the woods, where they could smoke and play cards.
The victory of Jack and his friends had put them in a particularly bad humor.
"I suppose they expect a great celebration with those tar-barrels," muttered Coulter.

"Say, I tell you what let's do!" he cried.

"Let us sneak to the woods before they arrive and roll the barrels down to the lake!" "I'll do it," answered Reff Ritter.