“So do I!”
“Well, Jumping Jiminy, why didn’t you stay then?”
“Why, you half-baked ham, can’t you guess?”
“No, I never was good at riddles. Why?”
“If your Uncle found out about this, the rest of the summer would be spoiled. Keep mum about it whatever you do!”
“Oh, I’ll keep it under my hat all right, but he’s sure to find it out somehow.”
“How? We get off this train in a few hours, you simp! Neither the conductor on our car nor the porter saw us. They were just going in the mail car as we slipped out, for I watched closely. Mr. Wilde will hear about it, sure he will. But he couldn’t prove it was us after we get off. We probably aren’t the only two boys on this outfit.”
“I get you on that point and of course I won’t make a slip, but I can’t see where it would be so awful if he did hear about it.”
“You can’t? All right! If you want to run around all summer encased in one of those little horsey reins with bells on like they put on boy babies to keep them from running away when they’re first learning to walk, why we’ll turn back right now and see the rest of the show. What do you say?”
“Not a darned thing!”