"Snorky, it's—"
"It's mosquitoes!"
Accustomed as Snorky had become to the young inventor's cryptic methods, his imagination refused to follow.
"You don't see?"
"How the deuce should I see?"
"Snorky, I'm going to put the mosquito out of business!"
"How in tarnation!"
"When I get through with him," said Skippy loftily, "when my plans are perfected—he'll starve to death!"
"Oh, say! Skippy, is that all you're going to tell me?"