A leopard is bad
enough, but a _what-is-it!_"
So we showed him the picture and he screwed up his face and looked at it
awful funny. Then he read the article all through.
"Well, so you think that's Wandering Horace, do you?" he asked.
I said, "Yes, because his hair is the same, and that funny kind of a look
in his eye and everything. You've got to admit Jib Jab is human. He's a
nice fellow, too. I bet he'd want to see these fellows get the reward."
Harry said, "Yes, I don't exactly hold it against him that he's human; he
couldn't help it I suppose. I'm kind of human myself. But just suppose, for
the fun of it, that you're right--"
"There's no fun about it," I told him; "Dorry and I both saw him."
"All right," he said; "and you want to sacrifice him to the Church Mice.
You want to put them on his trail. How do _we_ know he wants to be
discovered?"
"It's a good turn," Dorry said.
Harry said, "Well, I'm not a scout and I don't deal much in good turns--"
I said, "I bet you did hundreds of them." And I bet he did, too.
He just said, "But who is the good turn going to hit? What is it you want
to do?"
Dorry said, "We want these fellows to find out who Jib Jab is; we want to
start things going so they can find out of their own accord, before its too
late.
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