speed.

"I burn! I burn!" he wailed as the boys grabbed and laughingly hustled
him back to camp.

"You'll burn worse than that if you ever ask for liquor in this
outfit," retorted Ned. "We don't use the stuff, nor do we allow anyone
around us who does."

"How do you feel now?" grinned the Professor as they came up to him
with their prisoner.

"He's got a whole camp-fire in his little estomago," announced Chunky
solemnly, which sally elicited a loud laugh from the boys.

"Give him some olive oil," directed the Professor. "I think the lesson
has been sufficiently burned into him "

But considerable persuasion was necessary to induce Juan to take a
spoonful of the Professor's medicine. He had already had one sample of
it and he did not want another. Yet after some urging he tasted of the
oil, at first gingerly; then he took it down at a gulp.

"Ah!" he breathed.

"Is it good?" grinned Tad.

"Si. Much burn, much burn," he explained, rubbing his stomach.

"Think you want some liquor still, Juan, or would you prefer another