“I can’t tell you any more about it than you heard last night. He had started to make his dive before I noticed that anything was wrong. He didn’t stop until he landed on his head. They said the wire snapped.”
“Did it?”
“I guess so,” grinned Kennedy.
“Who is responsible for having picked out that wire?”
“I guess I am.”
“And you have the face to stand there and tell me so?”
“I usually tell the truth, don’t I?”
“Yes, yes; you do. That’s what I like about you.”
“Heard from the kid this morning?”
“Yes; he’ll be all right in a few days. Concussion and general shaking up; that’s all, but it’s enough. How are the bulls this morning?”