“Course he is. Well, if a fellow bites another fellow’s back—a sort of backbiter, so to speak—I’d like to know if he doesn’t at least belong to the cannibal tribe, though I confess I don’t know whether they begin their shocking repast at the back or not.”
“You are brilliant to-day, Ned,” laughed Walter. “How do you account for it?”
“I don’t account for it. Maybe I sharpened my wits up a bit this summer with all my ‘wading.’”
“Wading?”
“That’s what I said, didn’t I? Wading! W-a-d-ing! No, hold on, that isn’t the way to spell it. W-a-d-d-ing! That’s right, isn’t it?”
“Depends on whether you mean wading or wadding.”
“I mean wading, all right. I waded all summer long——”
“Get wet?”
“Not a drop.”