“I don’t see as it’s any of their affair. The men are harmless.”
“But they’re lunatics at large.”
“I guess it’s as Frank says, one is the other’s keeper. We’d better mind our own affairs. Besides Frank promised, for us, that we’d keep quiet.”
“Then I suppose we’d better. But maybe something will happen.”
“What, for instance?”
“They might murder some one.”
“Say, have you been reading any five-cent libraries lately?”
“No, but—”
“Forget it,” counseled Fenn. “Ah, good evening,” he added, bowing to a pretty girl who passed them. “Excuse me, Bart. I want to speak to Jennie,” and Fenn left his chum.
“That’s the way,” growled Bart. “A fellow’s no good once he gets girls on the brain,” and he walked on alone, and quite disgusted with Stumpy.