“God, man, don’t ye know me?”
John started.
“Dan—Billy—what does this mean!”
Dan put his finger on his lips.
“Everything’s all right. Billy’s been up in the mountains with me at my summer resort.”
“I wrote you, Billy, not to come!” John scowled.
“I’m not going to see this infamy puton you——”
“It’s all fixed, Chief,” Dan broke in, drawing a new sledge hammer from his pocket, and slipping the handle from his sleeve.
With a loud cough to mask the sound he thrust the handle into its place.
“You’re both crazy!” John said with anger.