“Yes; he ought to know!” chimed in Hooker.
“No doubt he does, but he can’t make me believe he’s any relation of mine.”
“Just go and argy the point with him,” said Hooker, coaxingly.
“It wouldn’t do no good.”
“Maybe it would. Just go back with us, that’s a good boy.”
“What makes you so anxious about it?” asked Dodger, suspiciously.
“Well,” said Hooker, coughing, “we’re Tim’s friends, don’t you know.”
“What’s he goin’ to give you if I go back with you?” asked the boy, shrewdly.
“A glass of whiskey!” replied Hooker and Briggs in unison.
“Is that all?”