“Do you know who that is?”
“Ya,––sure thing! You bet! Dam-good picture too, Jim!” he commented, with an innocence well assumed.
“Yes,––you certainly seem to like it. I can’t say it is very like you, you son-of-a-gun.”
“Me? No! Pretty like you though, Jim,” Sol stammered.
“Look here, you big lump of humanity;––what the devil do you mean by sending my photo all over the country and saying it is yours?”
“Me?––I ain’t––I didn’t––I–––”
“Cut it out, you big bluffer! You couldn’t lie decently to save your neck.”
Sol laughed at last.
“You not been goin’ for to get mad, Jim. Just a little joke I have on some girl. See!”