A GREAT HOME RUN
“Wow!” suddenly exclaimed Bill Smith, as he gave a start that nearly upset the boat.
“What’s the matter, did you jab yourself?” asked Pete.
“Yep. Ran a hook into my thumb,” answered Bill, as he carefully extracted the barb, while Pete, who was rowing, rested on the oars and looked critically at the few drops of blood which oozed forth.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, rather needlessly.
“Does it hurt? No, I do this every day just for exercise!” retorted. Bill sarcastically as he put the injured thumb into his mouth.
“Shouldn’t do that,” observed Pete.
“Do what; jab myself? Don’t you s’pose I know that, you amiable loon?”
“No, I mean put your bleeding thumb into your mouth. You are likely to get germs in it.”
“In which, my thumb or my mouth?”