the nature of food, accepted the donation eagerly.
"Where shall we go on this hike?" he asked, raising the fruit to his lips.
"I was thinking we could go up to Carl Stummer's farm," suggested Joe. "Mother was saying she wondered if Stummer would let her have any cherries to can this year. This would be a good time to ask him."
"Suits me," said Jerry, taking a prodigious bite of the apple.
Then an expression of pained surprise crossed his face to be replaced by a look of ghastly realization. Tears spurted to his eyes and his jaws worked convulsively. Then he emitted a gurgle of agony, spluttered, spat out the apple and began to dance around on the pavement, waving his arms in the air.
"Indian war dance!" commented Chet gravely, clapping his hands. "Fine work, Jerry. Do it again."
"Pepper!" spluttered Jerry. "I'm burning up! Water!"
"Call the fire brigade," advised Chet, bursting into a shriek of laughter.
The other lads gazed at their companion in amazement until his wild antics became too much for them and they all roared as Jerry continued his frantic splutterings. Wildly, the victim turned toward the school again. There
