"_
_"Let heat enter our heads, Let heat enter our eyes, Let heat
enter our ears, Let heat enter our nostrils---"_
Up to this time no sounds had come from the interior of the to-hol-woh.
But now the fat boy half rolled out, gasping for breath. Ned, having
picked up a paddle that lay near this impromptu Turkish bath,
administered a resounding slap on Stacy's anatomy, while Tad and
Walter threw him back roughly into the to-hol-woh.
Chunky moaned dismally.
"I'm being burned alive," he groaned. "They're torturing me to death."
_"Let heat enter the feet, Let heat enter the knees, Let heat enter
the legs---"_
"Lemme out of here!" yelled the sick boy, thrusting a tousled head
through between the blankets covering the opening.
They pushed him back.
"It's the paddle for yours, and hard, if you come out before we tell
you," cried Ned.
"Stay in as long as you can, Stacy. I am satisfied the treatment will
benefit you," advised the Professor.
"I'm cooking," wailed Chunky.
"That's what you need. You've been underdone all your life," jeered
Rector.
Throughout all of this the Havasus had sat about apparently taking
no particular interest in the performance. They had all seen it
before so many, many times. But Jim Nance's sides were shaking with
laughter, and the Pony Rider Boys were dancing about in high glee.
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