my own."

"I've no dollars to give you--in charity, that is."

"Huh! An' who asked charity, you bald-headed jelly-bag?"

Braddock grew scarlet with fury. "If you speak to me like that,
you ruffian, I'll throw you out."

"What?--you?"

"Yes, me," and the Professor stood on tip-toe, like the bantam he
was.

"You make me smile, and likewise tired," murmured Hervey,
admiring the little man's pluck. "See here, Professor, touching
that mummy?"

"My mummy: my green mummy. What about it?" Braddock rose to the
fly thrown by this skilful angler.

"That's so. What will you shell out if I pass along that
corpse?"

"Ah!" The Professor again stood on tip-toe, gasping and purple
in the face. He almost squeaked in the extremity of his anger.
"I knew it."

"Knew what?" demanded the skipper, genuinely surprised.