“What?”
“It’s getting too thin!”
“What’s that?”
“The way mash letters are coming in.”
Bart Hodge smiled faintly.
“I should say it was getting too thick, Frank,” he said.
Frank looked at Bart quickly.
“You are coming all right!” he exclaimed, with satisfaction. “When you can even crack a ghost of a joke like that it is a sign that you are getting to be yourself again.”
“Haw!”
Ephraim Gallup uttered the exclamation. He was sitting near the window of the room looking out into one of the principal streets of St. Joseph.