“What bank?” I asked him. “The Savings Bank or the Riverbank National?”
“I guess maybe I'd put half in one and half in the other,” Swatty said. “Then if one bank busted I'd have half left, anyway.”
“Well, if one did bust maybe you'd get some of your money back,” I said. “My father had money in a bank once and it busted and he got part of it back.”
“That's so,” Swatty said. “If I put in twenty-five and the bank busted maybe I'd get back fifteen of it. That would be forty dollars I'd have, even if the bank did bust. I'd like to have it.”
So we sat there awhile and the crows cawed and the cowbell jingled and it was quiet, but we didn't catch any more fish.
“If we hadn't got mad at Bony he would be over here,” Swatty said after a while.
“Well, what if he was?” I said.
“Well, he could sneak up and see if that ring is his father's ring, couldn't he?” said Swatty.
“Well, then,” I said, “why don't you call to him to come over?”
As soon as I said it I knew it wasn't much to say, because it was two or three miles back to the end of the Slough and four or six miles Bony would have to go to get around to us, and he wouldn't come anyway because he'd think maybe we wanted to lick him or something. And if we shouted what we wanted him for, the burglar would hear us and would get away from there mighty quick.