“Which is a thing you’ll want to do anyway,” Scoop said. “For the Tutter business men will make it pretty hot for you when they learn how you fooled them.”
“Who said I fooled them?” bluffed Gennor.
“You made them think that you were going to build a toy factory here.”
“Maybe we will.”
“That’s hot air and you know it.”
Gennor broke his promise about leaving town. And when we met him in the street that noon he gave us the horselaugh. [[178]]
I’ll hand it to him for having nerve. For what do you know if he hadn’t taken out a ten-day option on a factory site! As a result, everybody in town was talking excitedly about the proposed new toy factory. And no one talked any louder or longer than Gennor himself.
“He must have the talking frog,” I said, gloomy-like. “Otherwise he wouldn’t be so sure of himself.”
“Yes,” said Tom, his face white, “we’re licked.”
“Not yet,” waggled Scoop. “We’ve got a chance of winning out if your pa and Aunt Polly get to Washington first.”