“No, thank you,” said Peter; “I don’t want any of it. But you looked so comical, as you fell sprawling, that I couldn’t help laughing. I believe I would have laughed if you had been killed.”
Bob Hunter’s ears were now wide open.
“I couldn’t see anything to laugh about,” said Felix, bitterly.
“That isn’t very strange, either. You naturally wouldn’t, under the circumstances,” laughed young Smartweed.
“Come, now, let up,” said Felix. “Your turn may come.”
“I expect it will, if this young farmer ever gets after me.”
“But you don’t expect him to get out, do you?”
“I hadn’t thought much about it. My part of the programme was to get him into old Gunwagner’s den, and I did it without any accident.”
Felix looked hard at his companion. He knew the last part of this sentence was a sarcastic thrust at him.
Bob grew excited, and found it difficult to restrain himself. He felt certain now that these two young villains were talking about his friend Herbert Randolph.