"What do you mean?" Mr. Craig enquired, a little ardently. He had noticed David's emphasis on one particular word.
"I don't mean nothin'," responded David, making a willow branch his own.
"You seem to doubt a little whether I've really been successful or not?" ventured the other, looking interrogatively at his companion.
"Depends," said David laconically; "you've been terrible successful outside."
"I don't just follow you," Mr. Craig declared with deliberate calmness. "I don't suppose we judge people by the inside of them—at least I don't."
"I do," answered David nonchalantly. "A fellow can't help it—look at this here gad; it looked elegant from the outside," holding it up to show the wound his knife had made.
"What's the matter with it?" Mr. Craig rejoined, pretending to look closely.
"It's rotten," said David.
"What do you mean by that?" Mr. Craig demanded rather more sharply.
"I don't mean nothin'," responded David.