“Say, jes’ yo’ pass dat wattah heah, Marser Frank, an’ see if dis coon’ll refuse teh let it percolate down his froat!”
“Yes, give it to Toots!” grated Diamond. “You think more of him than you do of me, anyway! Give it to him!”
“Don’t chool with that fump—I mean don’t fool with that chump!” snapped Rattleton. “Let him have his own way! He’s got a bug in his head; that’s what ails him.”
“Let him alone, Bruce,” said Frank, quietly. “I want to talk to him.”
“He struck at you behind your back.”
“Never mind; he won’t do so again.”
“Oh, you don’t know!” muttered Diamond.
“Yes, I do,” declared Frank, with confidence.
“Never mind us, fellows. I want a little quiet talk with Jack.”
They understood him, and the two lads were left alone.