You WILL understand, boys, won't you ?" he added, almost entreatingly.
"Sartin sure!" replied Mr.Tidditt, rising hurriedly.

"Don't say another word, Whit." And the mystified Bangs concurred with a "Yes, yes! Why, of course! Didn't have nothin' that amounts to nothin' to stay for anyhow.
See you to-morrer, Cy." Outside and at the gate they stopped and looked at each other.
"Well!" exclaimed Asaph.

"If that ain't the strangest thing! Who was that feller?
Where'd he come from?
Did you notice how Cy acted?
Seemed to be holdin' himself in by main strength." "Did you smell the rum on him ?" returned Bailey.

"On that t'other chap, I mean?
Didn't he look like a reg'lar no-account to you?
And say, Ase, didn't he remind you of somebody you'd seen somewheres--kind of, in a way ?" They walked home in a dazed state, asking unanswerable questions and making profitless guesses.

But Asaph's final remark seemed to sum up the situation.
"There's trouble comin' of this, Bailey," he declared.