“And just on account of those silly rah-rahs,” growled Joe. “Say, did you notice that chap, Bates?”
“Who could help it, with such a looking face?”
“Like that smile of his?”
“I’ve seen scowls I liked better.”
Joe laughed.
“So have I,” he said. “But, by jinks, look!”
“What at?”
“Why, don’t you see? There’s the river—the wide, wet river, and just back of those trees, too.”
“I believe you’re right.”
“Of course I am.”