“I think you are insinuating things about Miss Random without having the least reason for doing so, and I don’t like it,” came warmly from Bart’s lips.
“Oll roight, me laddybuck,” nodded Barney. “It’s nivver another worrud will Oi say at all, at all.”
“I am sure Barney did not mean any harm,” smiled Frank. “It’s a mistake to take too seriously anything he says.”
The Irish boy opened his lips, as if to say something, but quickly closed them again.
“Why is Stanford hanging around here so long, anyway?” asked Jack, who had grown interested in the conversation. “After we took Inza away from him, the fellow seemed to throw up the sponge, and I thought he would get out in a hurry.”
“That’s right, but he seems very much fascinated with Santa Barbara and the young ladies here.”
“Dot shows he haf a leedle sense,” cut in Hans. “Sandy Parpery peen a tandy blace, und der girls here—um-um-er-um!—dey vos pirds!”
“California is full of pretty girls, anyway,” declared Rattleton.
“By gum! that’s jest so!” Ephraim cried. “There’s only one place I know of where there’s more pritty gals.”
“Where is that?”