"Perhaps it was," added Stumpy, placing a wicked emphasis on the first word.
"O, I know it was!" protested Leopold.
"But I used to think you were rather sweet on Miss Rosabel, when I was in the boat with you."
"Nonsense, Stumpy!" replied Leopold; and if there had been light enough, perhaps his companion might have distinguished a slight blush upon his brown face. "I never thought of such a thing. Why, her father has been a member of Congress, and they say he is worth millions."
"I don't care anything about Congress or the millions; you would have jumped overboard and drowned yourself for the girl at any minute."
"Perhaps I would; I don't know. She's a nice girl," mused Leopold.
"That's not all, either."
"Well, what else?"
"If Rosabel didn't like you better than she did the town pump, I don't guess any more," chuckled Stumpy.
"I think she did like me, just as she would any fellow that did his best to make her comfortable and happy."