between, the whole effect offering a ludicrous resemblance to the denizen of the deep he had just mentioned.
"Well, we matched for the airplane rides, didn't we?" retorted a round-eyed, smooth-cheeked youngster, whose slender figure, when erect, must have been at least six feet one. "Take your medicine like a scout and close up that Mammoth Cave of yours."
"That's right, Legs, hand it to him good and straight," approved the companion by his side, dark of hair, swarthy of complexion, stocky in build, and a good foot and a half shorter than the other. "Nothing's ever settled with Cat Miller. Might know his daddy was a politician. Button up your mouth, Cat, button up your mouth."
Regardless of this admonition, Cat grinned like a Billikin and then came back, "That's all right, Legs Hatton, you and Jimmy Todd, you better take a lesson from my dad and from me too. I got you fellows this trip, didn't I?"
"Doggone right you did," conceded Jimmy, speedily changing his tone to one of appreciation, "and, Cat, old boy, you're some getter!
