“What do we want it for?” I said. “We’re having plenty of fun. We don’t need anything.”
He just went on whittling and looked up kind of funny like, at Dorry.
“How about you?” he asked. “You saw the picture first, and recognized him. Come in handy, that hundred, I dare say?”
Dorry just said, “Nix.”
“Bully for you,” Harry said, and he gave him a push in the chest. Didn’t I tell you I knew how he’d feel about it?
“Well, then,” he said, “since you are the only ones who would have any claims, we’ll have to see what kind of a scout the Honorable Mr. Jib Jab is. I kind of like that fellow’s face——”
“Don’t you go and ask him to go off to South Africa with you,” I said. Because I knew Harry Donnelle, all right.
“We’ll just have to see if he’s game for a little conspiracy. I kind of think from that twinkle in his eye, that he will be. We’ll just have to lay the whole thing before him. We’ll tell him about Gaylong and the poor Church Mice and if he’s human——”
“Sure he’s human!” I said. “Doesn’t he smoke cigarettes and jolly the freaks, and wink at us and all that? Sure he’s human—he’s especially human!”