“If the girl isn’t here by morning I think we ought to go to Pardyville and look her up. We’ve got time. And to tell the truth I’d like to talk with her and get at the bottom of this mystery.”
“I’ll let you be the hero and rescue the fair damsel in distress,” I grinned, feeling kind of silly. “For you’re the best lady killer of the two.”
“I’m serious.”
“A fellow should be serious,” was my further nonsense, “when he gets ready to fall in love.”
“You poor fish!”
I sort of brushed myself off.
“I wish now I’d worn my red necktie,” I primped. “I might have stood a better chance.”
“What you need is a green necktie,” he fired at me.
“Jealousy!”
“Are you with me, Jerry?”