“Were you running away from home?” Hervey asked, in his rapid fire fashion.
“I was attending a musical convention,” said the young fellow.
“Oh, music. Can you play the harmonica?”
“I never tried.”
“Bet your life I’m going to Montana; yop, soon as I get the price. And believe me, I know where I’m going to get it.”
“You seem to be sure of everything,” said the stranger.
“I’m going to collop it,” said Hervey.
“That might be interesting if I knew what it meant,” his companion observed.
“You don’t know what collop means?”
“I must confess I don’t.”