"Well, naow, an' ef I did, what's that to you?" responded Bi, slapping the chief's broad shoulder with a folded newspaper he carried. "You don't 'spose I'm goin' to tell, an' get my frien's in trouble?"
"Le's see yer paper, Bi," said Dunc, snatching at it as Bi passed to his regular seat.
Bi surrendered his paper with the air of one granting a high favor and sank to his chair and his pipe.
"How's crops in the city?" asked Hank Fielder, and Bi's tale was set a-going. Bi could talk; that was one thing that always made him welcome.
Dunc was deep in the paper. Presently he turned it over:
"Whew!" he said speculatively. "If that don't look like that little lollypop over to Carson's I'll eat my hat! What's her name?"
They all drew around the paper and leaned over Dunc's shoulder squinting at the picture, all but Bi, who was lighting his pipe:
"They're as like as two peas!" said one.
"It sure must be her sister!" declared another.
"Don't see no resemblance 'tall," declared the chief, flinging back to his comfortable chair. "She's got short hair, an she's only a kid. This one's growed up!"