"What about?"
"Jus' wonderin' if a feller could crawl through there," said Sube pointing a stubby finger at the hole.
"You couldn't, and I wouldn't want to," replied Gizzard with unaccustomed promptness.
"Why couldn't I?" asked Sube deliberately.
"'Cause that there slide's hooked on the inside!"
Sube muttered something unintelligible as he bent over and inserted his finger under the sliding-door. He raised it far enough to demonstrate that it was not fastened, and dropped it as he asked:
"Now why wouldn't you want to?"
"S'pose I want ol' Uncle George to kick the liver out of me! Why, I jus' looked in the door one day when he was in there, and he swore at me till I was out of sight; and he said if he ever caught me on his premises again, he'd kick the liver out of me! And I bet he would, too!"
Relatively speaking, ol' Uncle George Bond was nobody's uncle; but as a matter of nomenclature he was everybody's. He was death on boys, to be sure. However, his unfriendly attitude was of very little importance at this particular time because he was out of town.
"Gone to Sodus for a month," was the information Sube presently imparted.