“Oh, you’re too funny!” snapped Dan. “You ought to match up with Ollie Lord. Hear what happened to him yesterday? He got his cane-head in his mouth and couldn’t get it out.”
“Too bad!” said Bink. “How much was it worth?”
“I met Lord this morning,” said Jones, in his dry way. “I let him have ten dollars last spring, and I haven’t seen it since.”
“He must have been ill after that sad affair with his cane,” observed Rattleton. “How was he looking, Jones?”
“He was looking the other way when I met him,” answered Dismal.
“Well,” grunted Browning, “you know Doctor Holmes says ‘poverty is a cure for dyspepsia.’”
“It may be,” nodded Dismal; “but I’d rather have the dyspepsia.”
They made themselves quite at home till, at last, Frank appeared; but, to their great astonishment, Merry conducted Jim Hooker into the room.
“Fellows,” said Frank, “I have brought along a friend, to whom I wish to introduce you.”
Diamond hastily rose.