“He can’t t-t-take our subscribers away from us for a year,” says he.
“He kin git the advertisin’ with his cooperative scheme, though,” says I.
“Maybe,” says he, “and ag’in m-maybe not. I’ve been doin’ a leetle f-figgerin’ for Spragg’s benefit—and for our own, too. We got to quit runnin’ this paper perty soon and go back to school. Well?”
“Yes,” says I, “what then?”
“Why,” says he, “we got either to sell it or to hire an editor to run it.”
“That’s right,” says I.
“Well,” says he, “it l-looks to me l-like it would be the best idee to sell it.”
“If we kin,” says I.
“The f-fellers that’s int’rested with Spragg has a meetin’ to-morrow n-night,” says he. “I’d l-like to know what’ll turn up.”
“Spragg seems perty well pleased,” says I.