“Bully!” said Step.
“Pretty well,” was Poke’s verdict.
“You don’t agree very closely,” Sam commented.
“Oh, well, maybe she skips now and then,” Step admitted. “But I—we, that is—we’ll have her humming like a top before long.”
“Yes, Step’ll attend to that part of it,” said Poke confidently.
The Shark appeared to be tiring of the discussion; for he turned to the door. Reminded of the afternoon’s business, Sam stopped him.
“Lon’s all ready to take us out to the lake. We’ll pitch camp before night.”
“All right! I’ll go along,” said the Shark readily.
“You, too, Poke?”
Poke and Step exchanged glances; then said the former, with a trace of reluctance: