"What, again?" said The Roman, who then called upon Stover.
Dink arose, watched with some trepidation by the rest; for being in the front row he could receive no signal.
"First paragraph, third word, gerund or gerundive, Stover?"
Dink took a long time, shifting a little as though trying to glance from side to side, and finally named haltingly:
"Gerund, sir."
"Next line, first word, gerund or gerundive? Look in front of you, Stover. Look at me."
Dink purposely called it wrong, likewise the next; thereby completing the mystification of The Roman, who now concentrated his attention on Macnooder and the Tennessee Shad, as being next in order of suspicion. The day ended victoriously.
"He won't live out the week," announced Dink. "There are circles under his eyes already."
"Better quit for a day or two," said the Tennessee Shad.
"Never!"