They cowered again, and the horn dropped from Dan's hand.
"Hold on!" cried Harvey; "it's the cook." "Dunno what made me think o' thet fool tale, either," said Dan.

"It's the doctor, sure enough." "Dan! Danny! Oooh, Dan! Harve! Harvey! Oooh, Haarveee!" "We're here," sung both boys together.

They heard oars, but could see nothing till the cook, shining and dripping, rowed into them.
"What iss happened ?" said he.

"You will be beaten at home." "Thet's what we want.

Thet's what we're sufferin' for" said Dan.
"Anything homey's good enough fer us.