“Now you sus-sus-stop,” chattered Chip.
“Hi can prove hit,” insisted Billy.
“What’s the word?” demanded Jolliby.
“It’s laughs,” declared Bradley triumphantly, giving the lank lad a poke in the ribs. “’Ow is that for ’igh? Hisn’t that pretty good, eh?”
To his surprise, Chip looked blank and puzzled.
“Well, hif you ain’t a chump!” exploded Bradley, in disgust. “Just spell between the first and last letters hand see hif hit hisn’t a mile!”
With which he released Jolliby and turned away, completely dismayed over his ill success.
Smart, who had kept near enough to hear all this, was forced to press his hand over his mouth to prevent a shout of laughter.
“Hi wonder what the matter was,” thought Bradley. “’E didn’t seem to see the point. Hi’ll try hanother fellow.”
He sidled up to Brad Buckhart.