and walk. Of course I didn't see their faces, but I am pretty sure they were Ham and Carl."
"They may have gotten home during the last day or two," said Snap, slowly, "and it would be just like them to lay around waiting to play some mean trick on us. If they had gotten off with our clothing we'd have been in a fine pickle truly!"
"That's right—worse than with the ram," answered the doctor's son, and then he and Snap told of what had occurred on the other side of the river.
"Too bad you lost those strawberries," sighed Whopper. "I like strawberries so much I could eat about—"
"A million platesful," finished Snap, with a grin.
"No, I was going to say a spoonful or two," said Whopper, and then Snap groaned.
The boys found two socks, a collar and a neck-tie missing, and a long search around failed to bring the articles to light. One of the undershirts had been knotted up tightly, and Shep had to "chaw on the beef," as boys call it, to get the knots untied.
"I'd like to know If it really was Ham and Carl," he growled. "If it was I'll fix them for this new trick of theirs."
"How were they dressed?" asked Snap.
"Each wore a brown suit, kind of yellow-
