“Goodnight!” I laughed.
“Instead of hanging around here and being insulted,” he said.
“You should worry about being insulted,” I told him. “If you care as little about being insulted as you care about most things, especially risking your life, it won’t take you long to forget it. Besides when you threw an old tomato at the bulletin board so you wouldn’t be able to read one of the rules on it, wasn’t that insulting the camp? If you’d only forget insults as easy as you forget rules, gee, I’d be satisfied,” I told him.
He just said, “Insults I can never forget, Blakeley.” All the while he was trying to balance the boat hook on his nose.
“You make me tired,” I told him.
When we got to the landing he said, “Come on if you want to see the grand finale; come on, Wilkins.”
The sharpy kind of hung back. He said, “My name is Tripler.”
“I knew it would be something about tripping,” Hervey said.
“Believe me, you’re the one that’s going to trip,” I told him.
He just said, “Come on, finalehopper, if you want to see the grand finale. Absolutely nothing can happen to you. Come ahead, Blakeley, if you want to see me wind up in a blaze of glory.”