"Oh, just what I say. You can't see red like me without being a more dangerous cuss than you mean to be. I'd have got into trouble sometime, even if I hadn't done this." Before Bob could find a response Teddy went on: "I suppose you think that because I don't say anything about Flynn I haven't got him on my mind. Well, you're wrong."
"Oh, I didn't think that."
"But what can I say? I think and think and think, and then begin thinking again. So that," he jerked out, "that's a reason, too."
"A reason for what, Teddy?"
He answered obliquely.
"I can't keep up that kind of thinking. I'll go crazy if I do. I'd rather be sent to where I can get another point of view. I don't care what kind of point of view it is, so long as it isn't this one. If I could come face to face with Flynn, I believe I could make him understand. Do you suppose there's any chance of that?"
It was inevitable that, in the long run, speculative questions should lead them farther still.
"What do you suppose God is?" Teddy said, unexpectedly, one day.
Bob smiled.
"Ask me something easier."