“Why, your bosom friend, Mr. Tubbs, of course.”
“Tubb? What about Tubb?” asked Toby suspiciously.
“Then you don’t know! You haven’t heard the glad and glorious news!”
“I have not, but if Tubb has fallen down and bitten his tongue——”
“Nary a fall down, old thing! Instead, Mr. Tubbs—or is it Tubb? Anyway, whatever his poetic name may be, he has landed on his feet.”
“Has he?” Toby sounded bored and indifferent. “Well, he’s been in the air long enough! In just what manner, Mr. Bones, has the gentleman landed on his feet? Whenever you consider that the suspense has lasted long enough, Arn, you have my permission to shoot!”
“Prepare to faint, T. Tucker! Your friend Tubbs has been ruthlessly torn from your arms! He’s taken over to the First!”