“Tell me what you’ve heard,” he suggested.
“After you, sonny—mebbe,” said Lon. “Fire ahead!”
Then Sam told his story, Lon listening most attentively.
“Umph! Fits like the two ends of a busted wish-bone,” he declared.
“Show me your end, then,” urged Sam.
“No. You go on. You’ve said what’s happened to your crowd. Now, what are you tryin’ to have happen to other folks?”
Sam explained what the club had done. “We’re sticking together, of course,” he added. “We’re trying to keep the Trojan up to the mark.”
“Hard work?”
Sam grinned a little wryly. “It isn’t as hard as it is going to be—I can see that clearly enough.”
“Gesso—it’s the stickin’ part o’ the plaster that worries—and that does the real good in the long run.”