“Hallo!” cried the maniac.
“What's up now?” said a keeper fiercely.
“Why this man is sane. As sane as I am.”
At this there was a horse laugh.
“Saner,” persisted the maniac; “for I am a little queer at times, you know.”
“And no mistake, Jemmy. Now what makes you think he is sane?”
“Looked me full in the face, and smiled at me.”
“Oh, that is your test, is it?”
“Yes, it is. You try it on any of those mad beggars there and see if they can stand it.”
“Who invented gunpowder?” said one of the insulted persons, looking as sly and malicious as a magpie going to steal.