"Bully for you, kid!" one of them said, slapping Tom on the shoulder.
"You're all right, Towhead!"
"Lift the machine," said Tom; "they always put broken glass in the roads. I thought maybe they'd punctured my tire out there."
"They came near puncturing you, all right! What's your name?"
"Thatchy is mostly what I get called. My motorcycle is named Uncle Sam. Did you win yet?"
For answer they laughed and slapped him on the shoulder and repeated, "You're all right, kid!"
"Looks as if Snipy must have had his eye on you, huh?" one of them observed.
"Who's Snipy?" Tom asked.
"Oh, that's mostly what he gets called," said someone, mimicking Tom's own phrase. "His rifle's named Tommy. He's probably up in a tree somewheres out there."
"He's a good shot," said Tom simply. "I'd like to see him."