"My jackknife, a handful of candies and a dozen marbles."
"Can't do it," replied Swanny Marsh; "they're worth more."
"You can keep them," said Charley.
"I'll tell you what I'd like to do with them," continued the owner of the pigeons.
"What's that?"
"There's a lecture on to-night in Julian Hall. I went there and got a seat up in the gallery. Just under me there was a man with a bald head, and I dropped a marble down right on top of him. Jimanetti! you should have heard him howl and seen him jump!"
"Did they tumble you?"
"Like my bad luck, they did. A mean cuss saw me do it, and I was bounced. Now, I'll let you have the pigeons, if you'll throw them up through the door of the hall."
"What's the fun of that?"
"They'll fly all around and put the gas out, and we'll holler 'Fire!' like fury. It'll be all a lark to see the folks run for the door," replied Marsh.