"Say, Wally, suppose Covington don't come?"
"Then I shall sprain my ankle," said the other. "Hello! What in
the world--" Still Bill Stover and Willie came into the room
carrying an armful of lumber. Behind them followed Carara with a
huge wooden tub, and Cloudy rolling a kerosene barrel.
"Where do you want it, gents?" inquired the foreman.
"Where do we want what?"
"The shower-bath."
"Shower--I didn't order a shower-bath!"
"No; but we aim to make it as pleasant for you as we can."
"If there is anything I abhor, it's a shower-bath!" exclaimed the
athlete.
"You just got to have one. Mr. Fresno said all this gymnasium
lacked was a shower-bath, a pair of scales, and a bulletin-board.
He said you'd sure need a bath after workin' that chest-
developer. We ain't got no scales, nor no board, but we'll toggle
up some sort of a bath for you. The blacksmith's makin' a
squirter to go on the bar'l."
"Very well, put it wherever you wish. I sha'n't use it."
"I wouldn't overlook nothin', if I was you," said Willie, in even
milder tones than Stover had used.
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