“Why, that’s it.”
“Say, just what are you trying to get through you?”
“You said it was well and I don’t agree with you, that’s all.”
Jack laughed.
“You know I was asking a question, not making a statement,” he declared.
“Oh, I see,” Bob drawled in an exasperating tone he sometimes assumed.
“Well?”
“What do you think?”
“I asked you first.”
“All right. I think his story’s a lot of bunk.”