“One thing I’m thankful for,” said Westy, as we started home.
“What’s that?” I asked him.
“That the new Court House is fire-proof,” he said.
CHAPTER XXV—THE TALK OF THE TOWN
We knew well enough he’d sleep all night.
“I kind of like him,” Westy said while we were on our way home; “I don’t know what it is but there’s something about him I kind of like. I wish he didn’t have to go back to Willisville.”
“He’s a funny little duffer,” I said. “There’ll be some surprise when we stand him up in front of Recorder Van Wort in the morning.”
“Maybe they’ll send him up for being a firebug,” Westy said.
“A fire-bug?” I said. “He’s a whole menagerie.”
He said, “Well, I’m going to cut up through Terrace Place. I’ll be at the car at seven o’clock to-morrow morning. You be there as soon as you can get there.”