“Yes, Jem.”
“But we sha’n’t be there to hear ’em call it so.”
“No, Jem.”
“Therefore it don’t matter, Mas’ Don; I’ve thought this all over hundreds o’ times when you’ve been asleep.”
“And I’ve thought it over, Jem, hundreds of times when you’ve been asleep.”
“There you go again, sir, taking the ideas out of a man’s brain. You shouldn’t, Mas’ Don. I always play fair with you.”
“Yes, of course you do.”
“Well, then, you ought to play fair with me. Now look here, Mas’ Don,” continued Jem, seating himself on the gunwale of the boat, so as to let his bare feet hang in the water.
“’Ware sharks, Jem,” said Don quickly.
Jem was balanced on the edge, and at those words he threw himself backward with his heels in the air, and after he had struggled up with some difficulty, he stood rubbing his head.