“Oh, I’ll find a way to get even,” Step declared.
“How?”
“Oh, you wait, and you’ll see,” said Step darkly.
Poke, as has been related, had leanings toward philosophy. Now he meditated briefly.
“See here, Step!” he said. “If you’re going to get at this thing, you’d better get at it right. You ought to teach him a lesson.”
“That’s just what I’ll do!”
Poke shook his head. “No; you don’t get me. You’re thinking of letting drive a stone at him, or giving him a whipping, but what’d be the use? He wouldn’t know why you did it.”
“Huh! Guess he would,” growled Step.
“He wouldn’t,” Poke insisted. “That is, he wouldn’t unless you schemed out a way to remind him of the stolen rooster. There’s got to be something to make him see there’s a connection—get me?”
Step sniffed contemptuously. “What you want me to do? Make him a speech or send him a letter about it?”