“Oh, you Swipes!”
“Where’d you crab that?”
“Say, ain’t he the little peach, though!”
“Oh wow! What a lark!”
“I guess this won’t make some nifty little blaze, eh?” demanded Harry. “Eh, Andy?”
“Sure thing! Where’d you get it?”
“Over back of Hanson’s store. He used it for a coal box, but I made these boobs dump out the anthracite and cart it along. Maybe I ain’t some nifty little wood gatherer, eh?”
“You sure are, Swipes!” came the admiring retort from many voices.
“Wood!”