“Looks as though he might weigh a ton. But if he doesn’t know the game——”
“How do you know he doesn’t?”
“I don’t. But if he did know it, wouldn’t he have been out before this?”
Smiths was silenced for a moment.
“Well, even if he doesn’t know it, he can be taught, I guess. And we’ve got a whole lot of science now; what we need is beef.”
“Burley looks more like an ass than a cow,” said Allan, disagreeably. Smiths stared.
“Say, what’s he done to you, anyway? You seem to be beastly sore on him.”
“I’ve told you what he’s done.”
“Oh, that! Besides, he lugged you off the track; that’s nothing to get mad about, is it?”
“I suppose not; I’m not mad about that—or anything else. He just—just makes me tired.”