“So do I,” quoth Step.
“Trajectories!” cried Poke with all the scorn he could command.
Step rubbed his chin. “Well, it takes all sorts of people to fill up the world. But there are mighty few like the Shark, I’ll bet you!... Hulloo, though! There’s Jennie Bruce. She lives next door to the Perrines, and she can tell us the latest.”
Others had the same thought, and crowded about the girl who had just entered the yard. There was a moment’s waiting, and then an angry murmur ran through the throng.
“Whew! That means he’s worse!” Step inferred.
Jennie Bruce broke through the press. She came straight to Sam.
“You should have heard first of all,” she declared. “You pulled both of them out, you know.”
“I hope it isn’t bad news,” said Sam.
“It’s bad enough. No; Little Perrine isn’t dead. He’s better this morning, but the doctor says he may not be able to be out for a week. But that isn’t it, at all!”
“Isn’t what?”