“Do you think I don’t know that?”
“Do you know what I think?” said Arnold, after a pause.
“What?”
“Every fellow has some kind of a bug. Pee-wee’s bug is good turns. Doc Carson’s bug is first-aid—honest, I believe that fellow’d give you a black eye just for the fun of putting a bandage on it——”
Garry laughed.
“I’m Gordon’s bug. Tom’s bug is that poor fellow that’s been dead two years—and they kid the life out of him about it.”
“Do they?”
“Sure; and your bug is——”
“Break it to me gently.”
“Your bug is Raymond Hollister.”