"How in blazes did you know?"
"Used to do it myself," said the Shad reminiscently. Then he added: "Thought yourself a lost soul?"
Stover began to laugh.
"All alone in a cold, cold world—wicked, very wicked?"
"Perhaps."
"And it was rather a nice feeling, too, wasn't it?"
"I didn't know, you——" said Dink, blushing to find himself back in the common herd.
"Me, too," said the Tennessee Shad, sucking a straw. "Good old sporting days!" Presently he began mischievously:
"Then stand by your glasses steady,
This world is a——"
But here Dink, rising up, tumbled him over.