“Yes, I do,” returned little pal with a stanch and loyal glance. “Why should you take all the blame when I’m entitled to half of it?”
“You aren’t entitled to any of it,” he retorted helplessly. “And there isn’t any blame for you to share, either.”
“Do you expect us to believe that?” observed the monocle-man reproachfully.
“No, I don’t.”
“Or a jury?”
“Perhaps not.”
“Really, old chap”—began the hammer-man sedulously, and he looked awfully sorry. Perhaps he was going to extend his sympathy.
“Say it in Latin!” interrupted Bob ungratefully.
“What does he mean?” queried the monocle-man.
“I’m really at a loss,” answered the hammer-thrower.