“Are you speaking to me?” asked Bob, coolly.
“Who else would I be speaking to, you rat!”
“Thanks for your kind expressions. What I am doing is none of your business.”
“I hear Wright’s house was robbed last night,” went on Carrow, meaningly.
“Well?”
“I was goin’ ter ride over an’ see. It’s more’n like you hed sumthin’ ter do with it.”
Bob laughed at this.
“You’re crazy, Mr. Carrow,” he said. “Just because you and I can’t hitch, I suppose you think I’m the worst boy in the State.”
“So yer be! So yer be! An’ don’t yer call me crazy!” shouted Carrow, getting angry.
“Then keep your opinions to yourself. Nobody asked you for them, and they are not wanted.”