“The last may not be correct, but at any rate he mentioned something about holding higher, which amounts to the same.”
“Yes,” says I; “he was careless, Ajax. I feel sorry for him.”
“Perhaps I should have extended my sympathy,” says Ajax. “But—er—really I was in no position to think of the niceties of social custom.”
“What was you doing all this time?” asks Magpie from the doorway.
“I—er—I was trying to preserve my hold upon the Ovius.”
I seen Magpie walk out about fifty feet, throw his hat on the ground and hop up and down on it. This Ovius is getting under his hide.
“I will persevere,” says Ajax determined-like. “I must persevere.”
“All right, Percy,” says I. “Don’t let us stop you.”
Me and Magpie talked things over, but we can’t figure it out.