"I'll tell you all about it." Rush told the story fully, and without reserve, to their faithful friend, Brodsky listening attentively with emotionless face.
"Huh!" he grunted after the recital had come to an end. "Watski say you blow up pit?"
"Yes."
"Huh! Watski much liar! Foley, him liar, too. All liars. You see superintendent?"
"We saw Superintendent McNaughton. It was he who sent for us and discharged us."
"No, I mean Superintendent Keating?"
"No, Ignatz; we can't go to him with our troubles. That would be too much like whining, and we are not the kind of boys who go about crying because we have been whipped."
"You lick Kalinski?"
"To tell the truth, nothing would give me greater pleasure. But we are not going to do anything of the sort—that is, if he keeps away and lets us alone."
"I'd like to catch him on the hot metal bridge some fine night when there wasn't anybody near," growled Bob, shaking his padded fist.