“Spanish Head? Whose house have you got?”
“We live in our own house. It’s called ‘Cedarcroft,’ and it’s the big one right at the end——”
“Oh, the new one that was built last winter? All right. Arnold Deering, eh? I’ll remember. You’re the fellow who owes me ninety-nine cents—and an apology.”
“You’ll get the ninety-nine cents, all right; I’ll bring it over tomorrow. But you’ll have to whistle for any apology from me!”
“I can whistle,” answered Toby undisturbedly.
“You’ll have to!” Arnold was having difficulty with the knot he had tied. Toby looked on quizzically.
“Those square knots——” he began.
“Oh, shut up!” Arnold finally cast loose and climbed aboard. “You get off now.”
“I was thinking maybe you’d drop me at the town landing,” replied Toby calmly. “I’ve got a box of groceries over there.”
“Well, all right, but you’ll have to jump. I don’t intend to stop for you.”