“Did you see him?”
“Yes. I watched him from the tent across the way.”
“And was he mad at all?”
“Mad! I guess. By George! he was red as a lobster!”
“Do you suppose he’ll do anything about it now?”
Bull sneered as he responded.
“Do you suppose I was such a fool as to fix it that way? Not much! He’s going to wait to get his proof to-night—that is, if he’s got any sense at all.”
“What kind of proof will he get?”
“You’re worse than a catechism, Vance,” chuckled Bull.
“He, he!” chimed in Baby. “A catechism! Pretty good! See that, Merry? A catechism asks questions, you know——”