"That's sure some car, eh? Gee, but it's good t' see you again, anyway. How'd you come here, Spider?"
"U-huh!" said the Spider.
"Say," exclaimed Spike, "quit makin' them noises an' say somethin', can't yer? If you can't talk t' a pal, I'm goin'."
"Right-o, Kid!" said the Spider; "only see as you don't go sheddin' no more buttons around."
"B-buttons!" stammered Spike. "What yer mean? What buttons?"
The Old Un, who happened to have been dozing in the limousine that stood in a shady corner, sat up suddenly and blinked.
"Why, I mean," answered the Spider, wringing water from the sponge he held and speaking very deliberately, "I mean the button as you—left behind you—in th' wood!"
Spike gasped and sat down weakly upon the running-board of a car, and the Old Un stole a furtive peep at him.
"So you—know—?"
"Sure I know—more 'n I want t' know about you, so—chase yourself out o' here—beat it!"