“Why, are you not comfortable?”
“Yes—no—yes—no. I’m precious uncomfortable. I see too much,” said Pratt.
“Well, let’s hear what you see that makes you so uncomfortable,” said Trevor, carelessly.
“Dick, old boy,” said Pratt, “you won’t be offended with me for what I say?”
“Not I,” was the answer.
“What are you thinking about?” said Pratt, watching the other’s face.
“I was only thinking about you, and wondering why, if you don’t like what you see, you can’t close your eyes.”
“That’s what you are doing, Dick!” said Pratt, eagerly.
“My dear Frank, have you discovered powder barrels beneath the house—is there a new plot?”
“Don’t be so foolish, Dick. Why don’t you let those two fellows go?”