He and Toby seemed to disagree as to the size of the prize, the latter stubbornly insisting that it was as large as a little marble.
"Aw! rats! What is getting you, Toby!" exclaimed Bandy-legs, in disgust. "Sure you must have been dreaming over it, and things have been growing all night. I tell you it was smaller'n a pea even."
"R-r-reckon I know," grumbled Toby, as stubborn as he could be; "and
I'll b-b-believe it till you p-p-prove the other way."
So, of course, Bandy-legs, feeling that he had been challenged, sprung to his feet.
"I'll do it, then, just to show you!" he exclaimed, as he made for the opening of the tent.
A minute later they heard him grumbling and growling within. Then his voice came welling forth:
"Say, Max!"
"Hello!"
"Was I dreaming, or did I see you put that thing in this haversack?"
"You sure saw me, Bandy-legs," replied Max, feeling a queer burning sensation dart all over his flesh, as though a suspicion of coming trouble suddenly took possession of him.