For a couple of minutes I could hardly speak, I was so surprised. The picture in that article was the picture of Jib Jab, is he human? I knew by the wavy hair and the look he had, that made me not know whether he was jollying me or not. He had that very same look in the picture. I could almost hear him speak to me. And I just couldn’t take my eyes off it. Even that funny kind of twinkle in his eye was there, just the same as when he made Judge Dot mad.
“You and I are the only ones that saw his real face; that’s one good thing,” Dorry said; “It’s Jib Jab all right, hey?”
“Yes, it’s Jib Jab,” I said, kind of half dreaming, I was so surprised. “And that’s why you came out here; so as to read it and look at it all alone. Dorry, if you got the hundred dollars and bought a motorcycle, you’d fall off it and break your neck. You’d never get any fun out of a motorcycle you bought that way.”
“Give me the paper,” he said.
“Here,” I said, “take it.”
I guess neither of us spoke for about a minute. All the while I could hear the cricket chirping, it was so quiet.
“You heard what Harry told him about how they’d had their fun already,” Dorry said; “you heard what he told them—about how they’d had their fun already—didn’t you? Now it’s our turn. If we can find him——”
“Shut up,” I said.
“You heard him,” he just kept up, “and you know it’s true. They had their adventure. They had their hike—didn’t they?”
All the while I could hear the cricket, just chirping, chirping, chirping. It was awful dark and quiet.