“Pomp, how is your eyesight?”
“Golly, Marse Frank, dis chile kin see in de dark.”
“Well, just take a look over there and tell me what you see through those trees.”
Pomp readily obeyed.
But he could see nothing but the dense green foliage.
“Bejabers, the naygur can’t see it if I can’t,” spluttered Barney.
Pomp scratched his woolly head.
“I mus’ say, Marse Frank, dat I kain’t see none ob dat what yo’ says.”
“Pshaw!” exclaimed Frank, testily. “Neither one of you have good eyesight. It is plain enough to see.”
With this, the famous inventor descended from the wagon.