“Do you mean this?”
“Yes, that! What in the name of creation do you suppose I meant?”
“I wasn’t certain.”
“Wasn’t cert—— Oh, say; that’s too much! What do you think? What are you made of, anyway?”
“Now, my dear fellow, you must stop going on like this. You’ll bring on heart disease if you keep it up.”
Hodge dropped down on a chair and stared at Merry.
“Well—I’ll—be—blowed!” he gasped.
“You are nearly blowed now,” said Frank. “You seem quite out of breath.”
“Is it possible you have read that paper you hold in your hand?” asked Bart, with forced calmness.
“Yes, I have read it.”