“My father and I.... Whatever we can do.”
“Thanks!”
“Get after him, Wint,” Hoover urged. “Show him up. No one has ever gone after Caretall the right way. Start something. The people are always looking for fun, for a change. By God, I believe you can do it!”
“I told you I was going to,” Wint repeated.
That night, his father spoke to him of the matter. The elder Chase had heard it during the day, had heard what Amos had done. And there was fire in his eye. He had no sooner come into the house, before supper, than he called:
“Oh, Wint!”
Wint was upstairs, getting ready for supper. He answered: “Hello, dad.”
“Coming down?”
“Right away.”
“Well, hurry.”