He quickly withdrew his hands from underneath the imaginary coat-tails and released the scowl. Then he glanced around to find himself looking into the grinning face of his friend, Hon. Gizzard Tobin.
"Thought you'd scare me, didn't you?" Sube growled.
"Thought so!" cried Gizzard. "Say! You jumped a mile!"
"Well, I guess I didn't jump! I knew it was you all the time."
"Yes, you didn't! What'd you jump for, then?"
"Didn't jump. Jus' moved a little."
"I should say you did move! You thought ol' Uncle George was right after you!"
"That shows how much you know about it," Sube sneered as he bent over to examine the hole at closer range.
Gizzard vaulted the fence and came up beside him. "What you lookin' at that ol' chicken-hole for?" he asked disdainfully.
Sube cocked his head over on one side as if to view the problem from another angle and replied: "I was jus' wonderin'."