“Always.”
“Then be sure you examine this fellow’s legs to make certain that they are sound. Feel his ankles that there is neither spavin nor ringbone, then open his mouth and look at his teeth to be sure that he isn’t lying to you,” advised Tad dryly.
“After which, one Stacy Brown will be reduced to the condition that he deserves,” laughed Ned.
“What condition?” demanded the fat boy.
“Use your imagination.”
“It isn’t working to-day. I’m too hungry.”
“Plenty of crackers and cheese and other things here,” said Tad. “I am going to have some. Isn’t that ‘pop’ up there, sir?” he asked the proprietor.
“Yes; have some?”
“What flavors have you?”
“Sarsaparilla and ginger ale.”