“What’s that?”
“Hired that fellow for a fog-horn.”
“He has the voice for it, all right,” laughed Jack. “Now what’s to be the name of this fierce purp?”
“Confuse-us,” suggested Joe.
“Confuse-us?” chorused the others.
“Sure! He was a Chinese philosopher. Never hear of him?”
“Oh, my, oh, my,” snickered Jack; “that’s a good one. Ha, ha! You mean Confucius.”
“Oh, what’s the difference?” said Joe. “Confuse-us has about the same number of letters in it. Quit your laughing, Fred Winter.”
“But I don’t see the connection,” gurgled Aleck.
“Call him Confuse-us, because he isn’t a Chinese philosopher, that’s why,” said Joe, calmly. “And, besides, doesn’t he look confused?”