Carter’s eyes sparkled as he watched his companion.
His heart was beating rapidly, but outwardly he appeared composed.
Patiently he waited for Brockey to commence to speak.
“Would the rascal speak the truth?” he asked himself.
Brockey was liable to tell a false story.
“I know more dan youse t’ink, Brockey,” Carter remarked. “So if youse go ter givin’ me any fairy tales I’ll be down on youse wid all me force.”
“I’m going to tell you all about the lay,” Brockey replied, as he aroused himself out of his reverie.
“Den fire ahead.”
“Don’t get impatient.”
“I’m not.”