“Oh, there’s plenty about him,” laughed Mr. Talbot, “and I know a few things that nobody else knows. You take my advice and keep away from the buzz-saw. The name of Hervey Willetts means trouble. Corson, when you talk to him and deal with him you get just absolutely no comeback; there’s nothing to work on.”
“Yet look what he did.”
“Does that kind of thing ever get anybody anywhere?”
“That’s some funny hat he wears, hey?”
Mr. Talbot threw up his hands good-humoredly. “I see he’s got you,” said he.
Wyne laughed, “Oh, I don’t know; you just can’t help liking him. He’s different from any fellow I ever knew. He asked the doctor how much it costs to get tattooed.”
“Well, there’s one thing he hasn’t done yet; I’m surprised at that. What does he want; mottoes on his arm like on his hat?”
“The doctor seemed to like him,” said Wyne.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that.”
“I thought I might get him into my troop⸺”