“Oh, is it, boy? You’ll see one of these times when we wake in the morning. They come in the night and suck your blood.”
“Oh, that can’t be true?”
“Why not? Get out, will you?” said Shaddy gruffly, as he made a blow at the great leathern-winged creature that kept fluttering about their heads. “He smells his supper, and is trying for a chance. You don’t believe it, then?”
“No.”
“Humph! Well, you’ve a right to your own opinion, my lad,” said Shaddy quietly, “but I suppose you believe that if you dabbled your legs in the water a leech might fix on you and suck your blood?”
“Oh yes; I’ve had many on me in England.”
“And you’ve had skeeters on you and maybe sucked your blood here?”
“Yes.”
“Then why can’t you believe as a bat wouldn’t do the same?”
Rob found the argument unanswerable.