“Do you mean to say by that that I am not perfect?” growled Snipper.
“We never get really perfect, Snipper.”
“Oh, pshaw! Don’t preach to me. Do you know what I think you are?”
“I do not.”
“A country greeny with a swelled head.”
Leo’s face flushed at this. A laugh came from behind the canvas, where other performers were undressing.
“Thanks for the compliment, Snipper. I may be a little green, but at the same time I’ll tell you what you can’t do.”
“What?”
“You can’t stunt me. I’ll do everything you do, and go you one better.”
“Oh, you’re talking through your hat,” growled Snipper.