"How long have you been here?" continued Ben, persistently.
Ben stopped to think. He could make nothing of it. It was worse than the double rule of three, which he conscientiously believed had been invented on purpose to bother school boys.
"You are up to some trick, I know. Tell me what you come down here for."
"Didn't come for anything."
"What is the use of telling that. No feller would come clear down here for nothing."
"I came down to think, then, if you must know," answered Harry, rather testily.
"To think! Well, that is a good one! Ain't the poor-farm big enough to do your thinking on?"
"I chose to come down here."
"Humph! You've got the blues, Harry. I should think old Walker had been afoul of you, by your looks."