"Yes; an' if the cops hadn't come along so soon Skip would have been sorry he tackled sich a job. I b'lieve that new feller can fight."
"So do I; but he didn't stand any show at all, the way things were. These are his papers, an' I'm sellin' 'em for him."
"Where is he now?"
"Jailed."
"Well, that settles him."
"I ain't so sure of it. You know, an' I know, an' all the rest of the fellers know, that Skip Jellison didn't have any business to run 'round punchin' him jest 'cause he was a new hand. I'm goin' to see if there ain't some chance of gettin' him clear."
"What'll you do? Break into the station-house, an' pull him out?" Teenie asked excitedly, believing any of his friends capable of doing such a thing, because of the style of reading in which he indulged, wherein such deeds are often performed, in print, by the smallest and most feeble boys."
"Well, I don't count on doin' quite so well as that," Carrots replied, thoughtfully rubbing his nose once more, and thereby adding to the smudge of blacking which already nearly covered his face. "I kind er 'lowed we'd get a lot of the fellers, an' go down to court ter-morrer mornin' when he's brought up, so's to tell the story jest as it is. The judge is bound to let him off then, an' I wouldn't be s'prised if Skip Jellison found hisself in a scrape."
Teenie shook his head very decidedly.
"Don't think it can be done, eh?"