"Naw! Switzer is what I was born with. Say it slow and it sounds like an air brake, don't it? I never won a bet as long as I packed it around, and Fraser hasn't got it beat by more than a lip."
"Well!" Boyd breathed deeply. "You are the limit."
"Speaking of clothes, I notice you are dressed up like a fruit salad.
What is it? The yacht!"
"Yes."
"You'd better hurry; she sails at high tide."
"Sails!"
"Alton told me so, and said that he was going along."
"Thank Heaven for that, anyhow, but—I don't understand about the other."
Boyd voiced the question that was foremost in his mind.
"Did you know Cherry in the 'upper country'?"