"Before you, gentlemen, masticating his rations, sits a section edition of the late lamented George Washington. Those who are conversant with history are aware that little George found it impossible to tell a lie. Evidently Baby has heard of George, and seeks to emulate the Father of his Country, for he also finds it extremely difficult to tell a lie. Gentlemen, you may, at this very moment, be regarding a future president of the United States. The thought should overcome you with awe."
Bascomb's friends snickered, and the big yearling proceeded to address himself directly to Davis.
"Look here, Baby," he said, "I want you to tell us just what happened to you last night. We want to know the exact facts of the case."
With a trace of spirit, Davis looked up, and asked:
"Don't you, sir?"
"Don't I what?" demanded Bascomb, harshly.
"Don't you know?"
"What do you mean by that? How should I know?"
"I thought you might remember," said Fred, in a low tone.
That was enough to give the bully his opportunity to rave and bluster.