“Want to meet him! What for? Going to get after him for not having a railing around the top of the bluff?”
“Not exactly. Know any one here who has a launch?”
“Lunch? Say, what are you talking about?”
“I didn’t say lunch, you goop; I said launch, l-a-u—”
“Oh, launch! Why, no, I don’t believe so. I know a fellow who owns a canoe—”
“Sure,” agreed Laurie with deep sarcasm, “and I know a fellow who owns a bean-shooter, but it doesn’t interest me. There must be some one who has a launch around here. There are half a dozen on the river.”
“Why, there’s a man down there who rents boats, you idiot. I think he has some sort of a launch. I thought you meant—”
“What’s his name? Where’s he live?”
“Name’s Wilkins or Watkins or something, and he lives—I don’t know where he lives, but he keeps his boats up by the old chain-works.”
“Thanks. You fellows going to spend the day here? Let’s do something.”