“I suppose so. I haven’t any choice, anyway. Say, Joe, I’m certainly much obliged to you for tipping me off. What gets me——”
“Joe’s a wise guy,” said Jack. “What he doesn’t know isn’t worth knowing.”
“Yes, but what gets me——”
“Oh, that was nothing for Joey! Solomon in all his glory had nothing on Joseph!”
“For the love of mud, Jack, shut up! Buster’s trying to tell you——”
“I was going to say,” began Buster patiently again, “that what gets me is why I didn’t realise myself what the trouble was. That’s what gets me! You’d think that when a fellow couldn’t see decently he’d take a tumble and——”
“Sure, it’s a wonder you haven’t tumbled lots of times,” agreed Jack solicitously.
“Oh, you make me tired,” grumbled Buster. “You can’t be serious a minute. If you had my—my——Say, what is it again, Joe?”
“Myopia, Buster.”