Then he climbed up on the cabin roof and sat on the peak and I scrambled up too, and sat down alongside of him. Honest, that fellow would squat in the funniest places. And always he had a stick with him.
"Nice and breezy up here," he said, in that quiet, easy sort of way he had, "and we can scan the horizon. Anything particular?"
I don't know, but I seemed to sort of feel that he knew what I was going to talk about, and I guess he just scrambled up there so the other fellows wouldn't hear. Cracky, that fellow always had his wits about him, that's one sure thing.
I said, "I don't deny that I was kind of sore at you when you spoke to me down at the lake, and I can't tell whether I like you or not, because I can never make out what you really think. You've got to know what a fellow thinks before you know whether you like him or not, don't you?"
He said you sure did, and then he said, "Well, I know whether I like you or not, so it's all right."
"I don't care much whether you like me" I said, "it's Skinny I'm thinking about. I know I like him, you can bet."
"And that's one reason I like you," he said; "because you like him.
Ever notice how the cedar shingles shrink in a dry spell?"
I said I didn't know they were cedar.
"You can always tell cedar by the smell," he said, "and the S warp."
Gee, I didn't even know what an S warp was.
Then I said right out—I said, "You told me that you tracked Skinny.
Would you mind telling me where he went?"