So we showed him the picture and he screwed up his face and looked at it awful funny. Then he read the article all through.
“Well, so you think that’s Wandering Horace, do you?” he asked.
I said, “Yes, because his hair is the same, and that funny kind of a look in his eye and everything. You’ve got to admit Jib Jab is human. He’s a nice fellow, too. I bet he’d want to see these fellows get the reward.”
Harry said, “Yes, I don’t exactly hold it against him that he’s human; he couldn’t help it I suppose. I’m kind of human myself. But just suppose, for the fun of it, that you’re right——”
“There’s no fun about it,” I told him; “Dorry and I both saw him.”
“All right,” he said; “and you want to sacrifice him to the Church Mice. You want to put them on his trail. How do we know he wants to be discovered?”
“It’s a good turn,” Dorry said.
Harry said, “Well, I’m not a scout and I don’t deal much in good turns——”
I said, “I bet you did hundreds of them.” And I bet he did, too.
He just said, “But who is the good turn going to hit? What is it you want to do?”