“What did he look like?” inquired Yankee Tom.
Jim’s face took on a look of settled gravity as he answered:
“He was a tall dark-complected man, with a wart over his right eye, and he had a ring on his middle finger with his wife’s picture engraved on it, and——”
“Oh, shut up,” growled Tom, “you are just kidding.”
“I didn’t see anybody,” put in Jeems Howell mildly. This remark was greeted with a roar of laughter.
“I bet you didn’t,” jeered Tom. “All you could do was to yell ‘Whoa!’”
“But he didn’t whoa!” said Jeems sadly, but truthfully.
“You did,” remarked Jim.
“Somebody had to,” explained Jeems, “so I decided it was up to me.”