"You're worse, Bo! I guess you didn't know I was here, eh?"
"No. By-the-way, what about that 'beautcheous gel and the mischief that is afoot? What is the rest of the story?"
"I don't know. I never got past that place. Say! If I had time, I'll bet I could write a good book. I've got plenty to say."
"Why don't you try it?"
"Too busy!" yawned the adventurer, lazily. "Gee, this is a lonesome burg! Kalvik is sure out in the tall grass, ain't it? I feel as if I'd like to break a pane of glass. Let's start something."
"I don't find it particularly dull at the present moment." Boyd rose and began to pace the room.
"Oh, I heard all about your trouble. I just left the pest-house."
"The what?"
"The pest-house—Clyde's joint. Ain't he a calamity?"
"In what way?"