“You see,” Tom said in that easy way he has, “there’s a carnival going on at Greenvale——”
“We were there,” Hervey said; “come ahead, Trip.”
Tom said, “Well, you see, they had a fellow engaged to do a high dive there on Saturday, and he’s flunked. They sent here and asked if we happened to have a good diver who could do the stunt—dive from a high platform or something like that—carrying a flag—I forgot just what. I told them nothing doing——”
“What do you mean, nothing doing?” Hervey blurted out.
“I told them there wasn’t a scout here could do it,” Tom said.
“What do you mean, couldn’t do it?” Hervey shot back at him. “I saw that platform, it’s a cinch——”
“Yes, for a professional,” Tom said.
“What do you mean a professional?” Hervey came right back at him. “There’s a pond there and a ladder—we saw the whole business—it’s—Slady it’s—there’s nothing to it—it’s a kid’s trick.”
“Well, er—as long as you’re starting away to-night,” Tom said. “If you were staying over Saturday——”
“I’ll stay over Saturday, Slady,” said Hervey. “I’ll do that just to show you I can. Nobody can call me a— But not a day after Saturday, Slady. You tell ’em I’ll do that dive and throw in a double somersault—I’ll show you. You told them there’s nobody here could do that? You told them that? You make me laugh, Slady!”