"Say, don't you remember those fellows we saw running away!" exclaimed Roger.
"To be sure!" was the quick answer. "Nat Poole was one."
"Who was the other?"
"He looked like Link Merwell to me," said Buster Beggs.
"Then we've got an account to settle with Poole and Merwell," said Roger. "Just look at how my hands and my neck are blistered!"
"And my hand," said Ben. "Oh, how it smarts! ril have to put some oil and flour on it."
"Let us declare Plum's initiation finished," said Phil. "Then we can hunt up those fellows who played this dirty trick on us."
Phil's suggestion was at once adopted, and the club members scattered through the woods, to look for those who had hidden themselves. In a very few minutes Sam Day set up a shout:
"Here is one of them!"
"And here is the other!" called out Gus Plum and Ben, simultaneously.
"You let go of me, Sam Day!" came in the voice of Nat Poole. "I didn't do anything! Let me go!"
"You come along with me, Nat Poole," answered Sam, sternly. "Just look how that hand is burnt!" And in his anger Sam gave the other boy a smart box on the ear.
