“Funny!” said I. “I had the same idea!”
“Listen,” continued the other, “I been feelin' awful bad because I told dem fellers I didn't know him. D' you suppose he knows I said dat, Billy?”
“Well,” said I, “he knew you were going to say it, so probably he knows you said it.”
“Vell,” said T-S, “maybe you laugh at me, but I been tinkin' I tell dem fellows to go to hell.”
“What fellows?”
“De whole damn vorld! Billy, I like dat feller Carpenter! I never met a feller like him before. You tink he vould let me go to see him in de jail?”
“I'm sure he'd be glad to see you,” I said; “if the jailers didn't object.”
“Sure, I fix de jailers all right!”
“But T-S,” I added, “I don't believe he'll sign any contract.”
“Contract nuttin',” said T-S. “I shoost vant to see him, Billy. Is dere anyting I could do fer him?”