The boys roared, and even Billy grinned.
“Well,” he said, “I might as well have the game as the name. What’s the difference—”
“Stop him, somebody,” cried Sparrow, wringing his hands in pretended agony.
Billy looked at him scornfully.
“Oh, let him get it out,” said Bobby resignedly. “Go ahead, Billy.”
“Shoot,” said Fred.
“What’s the difference,” asked Billy, “between a fisherman and a lazy scholar?”
“Ask Pee Wee,” replied Skeets. “He ought to know.”
“Pee Wee isn’t a fisherman,” objected Mouser.
“Who said he was?” retorted Skeets.