“Well, it pleases us,” said Sam, a little curtly.
Varley’s ready smile was in evidence. “So I supposed, or you wouldn’t have chosen it. But it’s an odd name, all the same.”
Sam hesitated an instant. “It—well, maybe it is odd. But some things happened to impress us with the need of looking before we leaped. So we agreed on the name. Then other things happened to impress us some more, and we kept it.”
“I see,” said Varley; but then he repeated, “Safety First Club, Safety First?” as if he were still puzzled. “Somehow, that seems to bar a lot of fun.”
“Oh, we manage to get along.”
“Where do you draw the line between what’s safe and what isn’t?”
Again Sam hesitated. “Why—why, I guess there isn’t any general rule. You have to settle each case as it comes.”
“But what’s the rule for settling it?”
The Shark came to Sam’s assistance. “Law of chances,” he said curtly.
“Meaning——?”