“Yes?” he just laughed. “Well, here’s your old light. What’s the matter with you kids? Can’t you take a joke? I just wanted to see if you were good at tracking. You claim to be such great Buffalo Bills——”
I said, “Yes? Well, you’ve got Jesse James looking like a Sunday School teacher.”
“I see you’re all right at trailing,” he said; “here take your light. I was giving you a test. What’s the matter with you?”
He was very easy and offhand like, but I could see he was kind of nervous.
He said, “And I suppose you’ll be telling the whole town about your great stunt.”
“Don’t worry,” I told him. “I’d be ashamed to remind the town that there’s such a fellow as you here. All we want is what belongs to us.”
He began digging down in his pocket, all the while saying, “Well, we’ll just keep it a little secret between ourselves and——”
I guess just then he found he didn’t have any money. Because he finished up by saying, “And we’ll have some ice cream sodas the first time I meet you on Main Street. Now how’s that?”
“Sure,” I said, “and we’ll put the spoons in our pockets when we get through.”
“Well, now, you’re not going to go round shouting, huh?” he said, kind of anxious.