"You must trust me till then."
Al, producing a patent clipper, began to pare his nails.
"Al?"
"What?"
"Won't you trust me?"
"Don't make me laugh!"
"Al's right, Doc," said the Tennessee Shad, entering the discussion. "You ought to put up some guarantee."
Al slowly turned his gaze on the Tennessee Shad and waited hopefully for the real attack.
"Well, what?" said Macnooder.
"How about your watch?"