“Not Dashleigh?” grunted Browning. “That fellow never was cut out for a leader.”
“No, he is not the one.”
“Can’t guess who it is, then.”
“It’s Boltwood.”
“What? That fellow with the long hair?”
“Same.”
“Get out!”
“Fact.”
“Why, he’s fruit!” chuckled Ready. “He thinks he’s a poet. Oh, he, he, he! Why, he’s a guy!”
“Nice built fellow,” observed Carson. “Looks like he might become an athlete.”