“Bosh, yourself!” snarled the boy.
“Say, Bob?”
“What?”
“Let’s quit quarreling.”
“All right.”
“Shake!”
They solemnly shook hands.
“Now,” the goblin cried briskly, “if you’re ready to say good-bye to home, we’ll be off.”
“I’m ready,” the lad answered; “but I don’t see how we’re going to be off.”
“I’ll show you. See that little instrument on the floor of the car?”