"Huh! think so, d-d-do you, Mister Know-it-all? J-j-just you wait and s-s-see," he remarked.
"Wait for what?" demanded the scoffing Steve.
"Why, Max is g-g-going to find out," asserted Toby. "G-g-guess owls don't leave tracks, d-d-do they? Well, Max c-c-can soon tell us. Huh! an owl!"
"Oh, I reckon we'll soon be able to settle that part of it, all right," said Max, soothingly, for he saw that his two friends were growing a little too earnest in their dispute.
"T-t-told you s-s-so," chuckled Toby.
"Now, first of all, Toby, answer me a few questions, please," began Max, steadily.
"S-s-sure I will; just c-c-crack away," the other piped up, cheerfully enough.
"Sit down again in exactly the same place where you were at the time you saw these yellow eyes staring at you—they were yellow, all right, I suppose?" Max continued.
"R-r-reckon I did s-s-say that," admitted Toby, "b-b-but I might's well confess right n-n-now that I couldn't s-s-say for sure whether the eyes were g-g-green or y-y-yellow. All I k-k-know is they s-s-stared like anything at me."
"Listen to him, would you!" exclaimed Steve; "he's backing off his perch
I tell you, taking water to beat the band."