“A legal one?”
“Yes, I’m smart enough for that. But we won’t work it till the time comes. In the meanwhile we must do what we can to stop this trial trip from coming off.”
“Have you any plans in that respect?”
“No, I confess I hadn’t till you told me about that Dutch boy. Why can’t we use him?”
“What, that dunderhead!”
“Ah-ha! So-o-o-o I am a dunderhead, too, iss idt?” growled Heiny from his side of the partition. “I’m dunderheadt midt ears on my dunderheadt, though, py chiminys!”
He started counting on his pudgy fingers.
“Chump! Dutchman! Dunderheadt! Dot makes three! Very veel, Hank, I makes it all ger-skvare midt you before I gedts drough, I bet me.”
“Of course he’s a bonehead,” came the other voice, which made poor Heiny squirm.