Then the significance of the remark struck me, and I glanced guiltily away. There was a pause in the conversation, until the sound of a horn suggested the approaching Fourth of July.
"Only nine days till the Fourth," declared Jimmy Toppan. "How many bunches you fellers goin' to have?"
We counted on at least fifteen apiece.
"So do I," said Jimmy; "and torpedoes, and a horn."
"Horns are foolish," remarked Ed Mason; "girls and babies always have horns."
"That's all right," retorted Jimmy; "they last. You'll prob'ly be round Fourth of July afternoon, when you've fired off all your fifteen bunches of fire-crackers, wantin' to blow on my horn."
I put in a remark here.
"I'm goin' to have six sticks of slow-match, an' five boxes of Ajax torpedoes."
But it did not impress Ed Mason.