“Dunno.”
“When will he be back?”
“Dunno.”
“What in thunder do you know, then?”
“Nothin’.”
“Right you are, son!” and turning Forbes pretended to leave the office. Suddenly pausing, he whirled around to say:
“Give me Sniffins’ home address; I’ll ’phone to him there this evening.” It was a venture, but worth while.
“Six-twenty Westbank Road.”
“Thanks. Good-day.”
“Day,” and the boy returned to the fascinations of “Tom, the Cow-puncher.”