“But he had it first.”
“And couldn’t keep it!”
“Just the same, I don’t like it. I think I’ll quit.”
“You think you’ll quit!” exclaimed the other in horrified tones. “You’re crazy underfoot like a radish! Quit nothing! What about that bat——”
Joe turned on him menacingly. “If you say ‘bat-case’ again I’ll punch you,” he threatened.
“Oh, all right. I won’t. I was only going to ask what about that receptacle for——”
Joe chased him half a block. When peace had been restored Joe asked: “Have you seen Buster Healey today?”
“No, he wasn’t out,” replied Jack.
“I know he wasn’t. I’m sort of worried about Buster. I didn’t say anything about it yesterday, Jack, but I’m afraid he’s got something wrong with his eyes.” He told of the incident of the day before, ending up with: “I don’t know much about cataracts, Jack, but I wouldn’t be awfully surprised if that was the trouble.”
“You’re a cheerful little chap, aren’t you? Fellows don’t have those things, Joey. Old ladies have ’em when they’re about eighty. My grandmother had ’em, and I know.”