“I don’t know what you’re drivin’ at,” protested Blue.
Billy caught his arm.
“See here, Blue Stick’! just you look me straight, an’ say that again!”
“Sure, I don’t!” Blue laughed.
Three boys came running across the street, and Billy turned to them.
“Say, fellers! he’s pertendin’ he ain’t on to that three thousand ’t Old Flemin’—”
“Ho! what a good one!”—“By ter-morrer he’ll be so swell he won’t know us!”—“Say, whin they goin’ ter pay ut?”
“I wish you’d say plain out what you mean, an’ stop talkin’ blind!” Blue was becoming irritated.
“Honest, don’t ye know ther’ ’s three thousand dollars comin’ to ye—”
“No, I don’t!” snapped Blue. “And you might as well stop right now tryin’ to stuff me! I ain’t a kid!”