“Oh, well, we were having a little fun with her.”
“You were missed at breakfast, and you will catch fits for this.”
“I suppose we shall; but we can’t help it now.”
“What did you meddle with her for, you spoonies, when you didn’t know anything about her?” continued Faxon, indignantly.
“I know all about her, as well as you do, Faxon. You needn’t put on airs because you helped run the thing,” retorted Briscoe.
“I should think you did know all about her; and that’s the reason why you ran her off the track. You don’t know so much as you think you do.”
“That may be, but I know more than you think I do.”
“What did you run her off for?”
“I suppose it is considered rather necessary to have rails for this thing to run on,” replied Briscoe. “If you will look ahead of her, you will see that the track is torn up for a quarter of a mile, and the rails carried off.”
“Is that so?” added Faxon, walking out ahead of the dummy.