“He doesn’t do it himself,” said Tom.
“Well, he can blaze all the trails he wants,” said Brent. “I should think his glasses would fall off climbing trees. He makes a noise like a professor, doesn’t he? What is it—corrosion?”
“Erosion,” Tom exploded.
“My error,” said Brent.
“Why, take that old elm near Conner’s well,” Tom said.
“All right, take it, I don’t care,” said Brent.
“That needs some filling,” said Tom.
“I think it needs a whole new set of teeth,” Brent observed.
“And you can see for yourself how important it is,” said Tom; “you were in the well.”
“I seem to remember,” said Brent.