Part 19 (1/2)

Red chewed on a blade of gra.s.s thoughtfully. ”Leave milk bottles alone this time. 'Specially old lady Boyer's.”

The members nodded approval. On the Halloween preceding, Sid had discovered a solitary container on a window near the flat entrance and dashed it to the cement walk amid exultant yells. Hardly had the noise subsided when a wrinkled, gray-haired head made a distracted appearance at the opening, with a cry of, ”I want my milk! I want my milk!”

Returning a moment later from panic-stricken flight, the full meaning of the act dawned upon the boys and remorse overcame them. A hasty search for coin of the realm, a moment of consultation, and Silvey, boosted high on his comrades' shoulders, had rapped on the window ledge. ”It ain't much, ma'am, but it's all we got, and we didn't know the bottle was yours,” he had murmured; and, all unwitting of the sardonic humor of the act, had pa.s.sed in a check good for a drink at a near-by saloon.

There were moments of reflective silence. ”Isn't there something new we can do this year?” Silvey appealed to his fellow members. ”Garbage cans and doormats and ringing electric bells are fun, but isn't there a trick we've never worked before?”

”Get some grease and spread it over a porch before you ring the bell,”

suggested Sid. ”My big brother, who's away at college, used to do it.

Told me so, himself.”

”I tried that once,” Red broke in scornfully. ”Nearly broke my back getting away. Besides the fellow never steps where he ought to.”

John spat with sudden deliberation at a chip of wood on the turf. ”Who can get a lot of tomato cans without any holes in them?”

Silvey mentioned a city dump just north of the park, where cans of all sizes and conditions were to be found. His chum nodded approvingly.

”Sid, you and Perry go over there Sat.u.r.day morning and bring back as many middling-sized ones as you can carry. You other fellows cut up pieces of string about as long as you are.”

”S'posing the trick don't work after all that trouble?” asked Sid irritably. John was always giving him jobs to do.

”I'll bring a hose key Halloween night,” went on John, ignoring the interruption. ”We'll tie a string to a tin, fill it up with water from the hose pipe on the front lawn, and tie it to the doork.n.o.b. Door jerks open when the bell rings--you know how mad a fellow is then--and the water goes flying into the hall, ker-splas.h.!.+ Bet you that'll make some fun!”

The others regarded the inventor in silent admiration. ”How about the cop?” asked one of them finally.

”Never got mad last year, did he? He's all right. Besides, he's too fat to run very fast.”

The back door in the Silvey home squeaked disturbingly as Mrs. Silvey appeared. A dusting cap was jammed determinedly over one eye, and in one hand was a broom.

”Bill, you come in here right away. I want you to help me move the hall rug.”

Silvey drawled a response. ”Jes' wait until we get through talking. It won't be a minute.” He turned to the rest of the ”Tigers.” ”Everybody got pea shooters?” They had, or would have before the eventful day arrived.

”I bought a peachy false-face,” Perry boasted in the lull of the conversation which followed. ”You ought to see it; looks just like a circus clown.”

”Leave it at home,” said John brusquely. ”You can't see out of 'em when you're running away, and they get all sticky, anyway. They're for kids, not for fellows like us.”

”Bill!” scolded the maternal voice again. ”Come in the house this minute, before I tell your pa on you when he gets home.”

There was that final note of exhausted patience in Mrs. Silvey's voice which commanded instant obedience. He rose with alacrity. As he mounted the steps, the boys still at liberty scampered away in the fast gathering dusk for a game of ”Run, sheep, run,” down the tracks and over the gra.s.s plots and back yards on the street.

It was nearly six when John came panting into the kitchen.

”What have you been doing, son?” asked his mother as she half turned from the gas stove to smile down at him.

”Oh, talking about Halloween, and what we're going to do, and lots of things. It's going to be peachy.”