"I'd like to see you saw through
twenty inches of seven-eighths oak without stopping. You always seem
to get all the soft jobs, anyhow. Whenever there's anything real hard
to do, like this job, for instance, it gets wished on me."
"That's because we know you like hard work," said Bob, laughing.
"Well, I get it whether I like it or not," complained Jimmy. "But
it's almost done now, so I'll finish it quickly and prevent any of
you fellows having to do some real work."
"Jimmy's certainly good at that, you have to admit it," said Joe.
"I could just stand here all day and admire the way he does it."
But for once the fat boy refused to rise to the bait, and kept
doggedly on until at last he had a neat twenty inch square cut
out of the big plank.
"There you are, Bob," said Jimmy, panting. "Now see if you can't
find some heavy job for these two Indians here."
"I'd like to, first rate," laughed Bob, "but I guess you've about
finished up the last of the hard jobs. Of course, we've still got to
drill a lot of holes in that piece of wood, but that's easy enough."
"If you give me your word it's easy, I'll tackle it," said Herb.
"Where do we want the holes, Bob?"
"I don't know yet," said Bob. "We've got to arrange the different
parts on the panel first, and find out just where we want them before
we drill a single hole.
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