“Yes, I guess that’s so,” assented Dan. “Sometimes there seems to be a great deal of difficulty with the scales though.”
“There won’t be this time. Eight pounds, Dan. Don’t forget that. Be sure you don’t.”
“I’m not likely to forget it—when you are anywhere near.”
“Never mind. I’ll take all the responsibility. Tell me about the game to-morrow.”
“I can tell you better after to-morrow. I can’t weigh fish before I have anything to weigh them with and I can’t tell you about a game before it’s played.”
“You’re a great chap, Dan!” laughed Walter. “I’m afraid you haven’t any imagination.”
“What’s that?”
“Oh, it’s the ability to see things—a little different from what they really are.”
“I see. I guess old Si Slater, the harness-maker, must have more imagination, as you call it, than any other man in——”