“Who’d I talk with?”
“Yere.”
“Oh, I talked with a fellow, a scout,” Hervey said, sort of careless like.
For a couple of seconds it seemed to me that Brent would go over to the station himself. But I guess he didn’t want to hurt Hervey’s feelings. He just said, “What was his name?”
Hervey said in that happy-go-lucky way he has, “His name? Let’s see, his name was Wilkins. He said he’d tell the keepers.” Hervey always called the officials of Temple Camp keepers. The more he knew we didn’t like it the more he did it.
Brent said kind of serious-like, “You talked to a scout by the name of Wilkins and told him we were going to the carnival and would get back about eleven?”
“Precisely, exactly.”
“And he said he’d tell the management?”
“Precisely, exactly.”
“Just what did he say?”