“I vote aye,” said Herman Boyd.
“Well, everybody knows where I stand,” declared Poke. “We’re unanimous.”
“Hold on a minute!” The Shark rose from his chair, and came forward. “You fellows are talking about justification and evidence, eh? I suppose you’re sure Tom Orkney threw the stone through that window, for instance?”
“If he didn’t, who did?” demanded Step hotly.
“Answer my question first.”
“Certainly we’re sure it was Orkney.”
“I’m not, then,” said the Shark. “Fact is, I’m practically sure it wasn’t he.”
“Oh, come off your perch!”
“I won’t. You can call it a perch if you wish; but I know what I’m standing on, and that’s more than you can claim.”
“Give the infant prodigy and foster-brother of the Binomial Theorem his inning!” sang out Poke. “Go to it, old Four Eyes!”