“That fool thing always does that. I’ll bet my brain is just full of holes.”
“Well, there’s something the matter with it,” laughed Tom.
Then they went at it again, around the study and up against the table where the ink bottle was upset and a portion of its contents distributed over the letter Tom had just written.
“There!” gasped Tom. “Look what you’ve done! Spoiled the stamp! And I’ll have to address a new envelope.”
“You did it yourself, you clumsy brute,” answered Alf, rearranging his attire. “But I’ll give you another stamp. It’s worth that much to wallop you!”
“Huh! A lot of walloping you did!”
“I made you look like thirty cents, all right. Didn’t I, Dan?”
“I declare it a draw,” laughed Dan. “And I’m going to get out before you do any more damage.”
“Oh, don’t go,” begged Alf. “Wait and see me lick him again. I’ve only just begun on him.”