“No.—Hot weather, I guess.”
“Ah. Who’s on deck then?”
“I don’t know, and Van couldn’t, or wouldn’t, tell.”
“Well, I was about to ask you to take charge of a little matter for me, but I’m afraid I oughtn’t to keep you out of bed.”
“What’s it about?”
“Nothing but opposing an application for a bill of particulars. I don’t care very much whether I win or lose. Merely contest it as a matter of form. You can submit it without argument, if you’d rather, but I’ve another case in Part IV., and can’t wait here. Will you do it, you dormouse?”
“Yes—provided you won’t damn me if you lose.”
“Don’t care a cuss.”
“All right.”