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With thumb and finger-nail he began to pluck at the tiny soft head that protruded.

"Here, what are you doing?" asked Hank. "No sense in hurting the little son of a gun."

"I wonder how he'd feel if I pulled him out of his case and shoved him in wrong end," said Slim.

"Aw, guess it would kill him. Let him go," said Hank.

Slim laughed and tossed them both back into the water, dried his hands on his seat and squatted down to smoke. A restless fellow! His cigarette half-through, he was inquiring: "Well, how about getting on top and hitting it again?"

"Plenty of time," replied Hank.

"Oh, that's what you always say."

"Now see here, you know why we asked this fellow to come with us," Hank broke out. "We told him it was because we thought he'd like to see the places we figure on hiking through, but you know the real reason. And it would just be as well to let him know before we've fairly started."

Slim laughed; and I felt mystified. Then——

"Sure," said Slim, and grinned at me. "The idea is that three is company where two is liable to be a rough house, at least hus two."