"Don't ever get that idea," said the little man.
"What idea?"
"That you are the only one any place; there are always a few more better than you are wherever you are."
"I suppose so," said Billy.
"I don't suppose it, I know it, because seeing is not believing."
"What is the meaning of that?"
"That's a secret; some day perhaps I'll not tell you."
"I never heard such nonsense," said Billy, "and I've heard a great deal the last few days."
"Many a fib is told in jest, you know, but it's not my fault if I do talk nonsense—that is the misfortune of having a wooden leg," and the little man made a dab at Billy's toes with his stump.