“I should think you might. I thought you were more than four years older than me. I’m fourteen.”
“I guess I weigh twice as much as you.”
“I’m not small for my age,” said Tony jealously.
Maybe not. I’m a regular bouncer. That’s what dad says. Why, I’m half as big again as he is.”
“Does he ever lick you?” asked Tony, smiling.
I’d like to see him try it,” said Abner, bursting into a roar of laughter. “He’d have to get upon a milkin’ stool. Does your dad lick you?”
“No,” answered Tony shortly.
He looks as if he might sometimes. He’s kinder fractious-looking.”
Tony did not care to say much on the subject of Rudolph. He felt that it was his policy to be silent. If he said anything he might say too much, and if it got to Rudolph’s ears, the man’s vindictive temper would make it dangerous for him.
We get along pretty well,” he said guardedly. “Do you get up early?”