“Sounds good to me,” Bob replied. “I’ll go.”
“Not much you won’t,” Rex objected. “This is my job.”
“Now look here, Rex,” Bob began, “You know as well as I do that it’s best for me to go. I don’t want to brag, but I can make a good deal better time on snow-shoes than you can and besides you don’t know the woods as well as I do, and you could easily lose your way and then we would be in a fix.”
Rex realized the force of Bob’s argument and gave in.
“I suppose you’re right,” he said. “But I hate to have you do all the hard work.”
“Bosh on that hard work stuff,” Bob laughed.
“Well, have it your own way,” Rex smiled. “But I haven’t thanked you for—”
“Just lay off the thanks,” Jack interrupted. “We’ll take all that for granted, eh Bob?”
“Sure we will, Rex, old man.”
“Well it was mighty good and plucky of you just the same,” he declared.