“Well—it was about a `show.’ We were only boys, you know—younger than you, perhaps.”
“A circus?”
“A boy-circus he and my brother got up in our yard. I wasn’t in it.”
“Well, what did you fight about?”
“I thought Val Corliss wasn’t quite fair to my brother. That’s all.”
“No, it isn’t! How wasn’t he fair?”
“They sold tickets to the other boys; and I thought my brother didn’t get his share.”
“This Corliss kept it all?”
“Oh, something like that,” said Lindley, laughing.
“Probably I was in the wrong.”