“As I was saying,” broke in Amos, evidently continuing a conversation, “the fellow is the best jumper I ever saw. I don’t know how far his jump was, but it must have been a clean twelve feet.”
“Speaking about jumping,” said Nick, “I can do a little of that myself.”
Nick, in his present disguise was rather a green-looking specimen, and the loafers scented some fun at once.
“How far can you jump?” asked one.
“I don’t know.”
“Let’s go back in the barn and try,” suggested another.
Nick walked back into the barn without saying another word, and took off his coat and vest.
“That’s purty good,” said Amos, as Nick sprang lightly out, making only a fair jump, “but I can beat it.[{57}]”
“I’ll bet you five dollars you can’t.”
As Amos started to take off his coat and vest, Nick picked up his own.