“But I had to laugh how he wanted to know about getting tattooed,” Wyne said finally. He was thinking about Hervey. It was not just that he wanted to help him either. “I’ve often noticed him on the street; he never seems to be in a hurry. He’s always kind of fooling around as he goes along.”
“Oh, he has no idea of time at all,” said Mr. Talbot. “That’s where military school’s going to do him good. He wanted to bet me he’d escape!”
“Well, I bet he will,” said Wyne.
“No siree!”
“I don’t know, I kind of think he’d do anything he tries to do.”
“Hmph, well he usually tries to do the wrong things,” said Mr. Talbot. “But he’s going to do the things that other people want him to do for a while now,” he added with a chuckle.
“Just the same I bet they liked him up there—at that camp.”
Mr. Talbot laughed, it was so palpable that Wyne Corson was under Hervey’s spell.
“What’s the matter?” Wyne asked, with just a suggestion of testiness.
“Nothing. I don’t think they saw a great deal of him up there, if that’s what you’re asking.”