"I've often seen you do it," said he; "and I think I'm mechanic enough to manage it."
"When do you want to go to work?"
"Duo eques, rectus ab—to-night, right away."
"Very well—good night!" said I.
When I went to the office next day, I found Ned busily at work trying to fit together some small torn scraps of paper. They were printed on one side, and, as fast as he found where one belonged, he fastened it in place by pasting it to a blank sheet which he had laid down as a foundation. When I arrived, the work had progressed as far as this:
"Here's a mystery," said Ned.
"What is it?" said I.
"Did you print this?" said he, suddenly looking into my face suspiciously.