I guess he was going to grab them both away from me; anyway, it seemed that way for a couple of seconds.
Then he said, “Now you’ll go and spoil it all.”
“Spoil what?” I asked him.
“Go on, read it,” he said.
“Sure I’ll read it,” I told him; “what’s all the excitement about?”
“I hope you can keep your mouth shut,” he said.
But, believe me, I didn’t read very much of it, because all I could see was the picture. I held the flashlight on it and just stared and stared and stared.
Then I said, “Dorry!—You know—?” I was just flabbergasted and I could hardly speak.
“Sure I know,” he said; “it’s Jib Jab. I’m going to get my motorcycle after all.”