He sent up a lot of little puffs like that, just so as to draw attention, and he; kept doing it so long I got impatient.
"No use talking till you know somebody's listening," he said, kind of pleasant like to me.

I guess maybe he never liked me very much, because I didn't want that badge to get into their patrol and anyway he's kind of sober, sort of, and maybe he thought I had too much nonsense.

But, oh, boy, I was strong for him now...and I could see how he began to cough and I was worried.
Then he groped around to get hold of the damper, for he was blindfolded and the smoke in there was getting thicker and thicker.

Then he gave it a quick turn, then waited a few seconds, then held it lengthwise with the pipe for about twenty seconds.
"R," I said to myself.
Then he opened the damper three times, each about twenty seconds, and I could hear the fellows up on the roof shouting.
"O! It's a good O! Bully for Wig Weigand!" "Give me another towel, quick," he said to Artie.

"Is the window open?
you better go up, Kid." It was the first time he ever called me kid and he had to cough when he said it.