“Can you beat that?” I whispered to Brent. “Right away he’s thinking of new steps to take.”
I said out loud, “Why don’t you go to the dance in Leeds to-night? They take lots of steps there.”
He didn’t get mad. He just said, “I should think you chaps would have found it.”
I said, “We should fret our young lives about it. I guess the eels have spent it all by now.”
He said, “You chaps must be a pretty slow crowd. I hear there’s a map telling just where it is and everything. Why don’t you try your luck some time or other? It wouldn’t cost you anything.”
I whispered to Brent, “That’s why it appeals to him. Those fellows are so cheap they won’t live anywhere except in a free country.”
Brent gave me a look to say I should keep still. Then he said, “Who’s been telling you fairy tales?”
“What do you mean, fairy tales?” the strange fellow asked.
“Oh, about maps and all that,” Brent said.
It seemed to me as if the fellow was sorry he had said that about maps. He just said, “Oh, I don’t know, you hear a lot about Temple Camp all over. It’s the big show around here.”