A moment passed and the Rangers began to be alarmed. Dippy stepped
to the edge of the pool and leaning over peered down somewhat anxiously.
Quick as a flash a pair of arms encircled his neck. Dippy plunged
in head first. He did not even have time to cry out. The others,
discovering that Dippy had fallen in, rushed to the edge shouting and
laughing. Two of them went the way of their companion, Tad having
jerked their feet from under them. Within sixty seconds from that time
half of the crowd were threshing about in the cold waters of the pool,
while Tad, who had crawled out, sat on the bank dripping, watching
their struggles.
Stacy Brown was rolling on the ground, howling with delight. All at
once he was picked up in a pair of strong arms and tossed in bodily.
Stacy howled lustily. Clambering out he squared off for fight, but the
only fight he got was another ducking in the pool.
"You---you----you fellows ought to be ashamed to pick on a wounded man
that way. Don't you know I've been shot?"
"Shot?"
"Yes, shot."
"He's been shot," chorused the boys and the Rangers together.
"Any of the rest of you kiddies been wounded in the fracas?" demanded
Folly.
"No, but you've overlooked two of us," announced Ned stepping out. "We
haven't had our baths yet and I reckon we need them."
Without a word, two of the Rangers got up and threw the two remaining
boys into the pool.
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