“I don’t mind telling you that I started to go fishing.”
“Fishin’? Ho! ho! Where was you goin’?”
“That also is none of your business, but I see no reason why I shouldn’t state truthfully that we started for Coleman’s Pond. We were going to cut holes and fish through the ice.”
“We? Who? Who was with ye?”
“Bunk Lander.”
“Didn’t you start out alone?”
“No, sir.”
“Didn’t you take a gun with ye?”
“No, sir.”
“Now hold on, hold on. Be keerful. You’re li’ble to git twisted.”