“Why?” asked Andy, innocently enough.
“Why? Good land, man! Do you think I want the girl I pick out monopolized by you?”
“I didn’t monopolize her.”
“It was the next thing to it.”
“Look here, Dunk, you’re not mad, are you?”
“No, you old pickle; but I’m the next thing to it.”
“Why, I couldn’t help it, Dunk. She talked to me.”
“Bah! The same old story that Adam rung the changes on when Eve handed him the apple. Oh, forget it! I suppose I oughtn’t to have mentioned it, but when I was all primed for a nice cozy talk to have you butting in every now and then with something about the girls and boys back in Oshkosh——”
“It was Dunmore,” interrupted Andy.
“Well, Dunmore then. It’s the same thing. I’ll do—more to you if you do it again.”