“Perry Hull, eh? Sounds like something out of a history of the American Navy. Any relation to the celebrated commodores?”
“No, sir, I don’t think so.”
“What’s his name to his friends?” asked the host, nodding toward Fudge.
“Fud—that is, William.”
“My first name’s Myron. I don’t know why they called me that, but they did. Doesn’t he ever talk?” Again Mr. Addicks indicated the absorbed Fudge.
“I was j-j-just thinking,” replied the latter.
“Oh! What were you thinking?”
Fudge regarded the questioner doubtfully. “Lots of things,” he muttered darkly.
Mr. Addicks laughed. “Sounds interesting, the way you tell it! I dare say you chaps go to school?”
“Yes, sir, High School,” replied Perry. “We’re both juniors.”