“Waiting to welcome you.”
“A pretty way to receive a long lost brother by shooting at him.”
“I didn’t harm you, did I?”
“Of course not, for you aimed at me.”
“How could I do that when I didn’t see you?”
“All the same in both cases. But I say, Harv, what does all this mean? It’s the queerest mix up I ever ran into.”
“The same with me; I tumbled down that bank while picking my way along the edge.”
“You see the effect of a bad example. How long have you been here?”
“It seems about a month, but I guess it is only a few hours.”
“Why didn’t you answer my signals?”