“I guess so, but I forgot it. What happened?”
“Just the usual things. We had a good feed, though; better than last year. Say, some of the new fellows are wonders, take it from me!”
“Very glad to. You ought to know a wonder when you see it, Standart. By the way, I used some of your witch hazel stuff. Thanks.”
“I should say you did!” exclaimed Standart, viewing the nearly empty bottle scowlingly. “I say, Crail, if you and I are going to get on, you know, you want to cut out that sort of thing.”
“What sort of thing?” asked the other mildly. “Elucidate.”
“Why, I mean you’ve got to let my things alone, Crail. Of course, I don’t mind you using the witch hazel if you ask me, but you—you seem to have had a bath in it! It was a brand new bottle! I’d rather you asked me the next time, please.”
“Snakes! How much does the stuff cost you? And how the dickens could I ask you when you weren’t here?”
“You could have waited until I came, couldn’t you?”
“No, I couldn’t, Harold. I—I ran against something and bunged my eye up, and if I’d waited for you to trail into camp I’d have had a peach of an eye by now. It doesn’t look any too pretty as it is,” he added, observing it in the mirror.
“Stop calling me Harold,” said Alvin impatiently. “You’re always doing it. My name’s Alvin, and I wish you’d remember it.”