Raimonda, with a courteous bow to his companions, followed him.
Wearily the goggled one sank back in his seat. Cluff moved across, planting himself exactly where Carroll had stood.
“Perkins!”
“Eh?” responded the sitter absently.
“What would you do if I should bat you one in the eye?”
“Eh, what?”
“What would you do to me?”
“You, too?” cried the bewildered Perkins. “Why on earth—”
“You’d dive into my knees, wouldn’t you, and tip me over backward?”
“Oh, that!” A slow grin overspread the space beneath the glasses. “That was the idea.”