“M-must be some way out,” he says, which was just like him. He never bothered fussing about how bad things looked. As soon as they began looking bad he started in to find some way of fixing them up so they’d be better. Always. He kept on thinking and then he turned to me, and I saw right off he’d seen something to do.
“N-no school for six weeks,” says he.
“I know,” I says, not seeing what that had to do with it.
“G-gives you and me and T-tallow and Binney all the t-time to ourselves,” says he.
“Sure,” says I, not seeing yet.
He wrinkled his pudgy nose sort of disgusted at me.
“D-don’t you figger,” says he, “that four b-boys is ’most equal to one m-m-man?”
“Maybe,” says I.
“Even if the man is your f-f-father?”
Then I saw it, and it sort of scared me. It looked to me like a bigger job than Mark ever tackled yet.