guess he just scrambled up there so the other fellows wouldn't hear. Cracky, that fellow always had his wits about him, that's one sure thing.
I said, "I don't deny that I was kind of sore at you when you spoke to me down at the lake, and I can't tell whether I like you or not, because I can never make out what you really think. You've got to know what a fellow thinks before you know whether you like him or not, don't you?"
He said you sure did, and then he said, "Well, I know whether I like you or not, so it's all right."
"I don't care much whether you like me," I said, "it's Skinny I'm thinking about. I know I like him, you can bet."
"And that's one reason I like you," he said; "because you like him. Ever notice how the cedar shingles shrink in a dry spell?"
I said I didn't know they were cedar.
"You can always tell cedar by the smell," he said, "and the S warp." Gee, I didn't even know what an S warp was.
Then I said right out—I said, "You told me that you tracked Skinny. Would you mind telling me where he went?"
For a minute he just kept moving the stick
