“I wish you could, Bob. Was it excitin’?”
“Excitin’! Well, wasn’t it, though! I never saw anything like it. But I say, Tom, that was a great go. You done it splendid.”
“What’s that, Bob?”
“Why, the fire act. I don’t believe nobody could beat that.”
Tom enjoyed this praise hugely.
“I wouldn’t like to a’ been in your place, Bob,” said he, “when you was in that dark room, nor when old Gunwagner and that other feller was huntin’ for you.”
“No, I thought you wouldn’t, Tom, and I didn’t want to be there neither.”
“’Twas a big detective job, wasn’t it, Bob?”
“Well, ’twas a pretty fair one, I guess.”
“And you got it all up yourself,” continued Tom, admiringly. “I wish I could do things the way you do, Bob.”