The Shark listened calmly to these remarks of his friends.
“Well, I said he represented variety, and I stick to it,” quoth he drily.
Sam turned to Poke. “Do you mean that we ought to take in Varley?” he demanded a bit hotly.
There was a murmur of dissent. Membership in the Safety First Club was not lightly granted, and Paul Varley was not high in favor.
“I didn’t mean anything of the sort,” said the Shark. “But if anybody wants entertainment in this town this winter—why, there’s Varley to look at.”
“Yes; and listen to,” Herman Boyd chimed in.
“Huh! You talk as if you really knew him,” Step commented.
“I do—after a fashion. But Orkney knows him better.”
Tom Orkney shook his head. “Guess I’ll refer you to Sam; he knows him best of all.”
“Oh, Varley’s a——” Sam began impatiently, but quickly checked himself. “I dare say he’s a very good fellow,” he added after a little pause.