"It was a splinter," said Russ, now drawing a scrap of paper from one pocket. "And here it is——"
"Not the splinter?" gasped Rose.
"No. It was this piece of paper I was hunting for. I wasn't scratching, either. Here it is. This is that foreign man's name."
"What man's name?" asked Vi, who by this time had forgotten what the main subject of the discussion was.
"Cowboy Jack's name!" cried Rose.
"Has he got more names than that?" asked Vi. "Isn't Cowboy Jack enough name for him?"
"His name," said Russ, reading what he had scribbled down on the paper, "is 'Mr. John Scarbontiskil.' That's foreign."
"Oh!" gasped Rose. "I shouldn't think Daddy Bunker would want to go to see a man with a name like that."
"I don't suppose," said Russ, "that he can help his name being that."
"Couldn't he make his own name—and make it a better one?" demanded Vi. "You know, Mun Bun made his name for himself."