"Humpty Dumpty," he said, speaking slowly and turning down his thumb as he spoke, "when you git your fall, it 'll be another job for them king's horses."
"Parson," said Ump, "I know how to light."
"How?" said Peppers.
"Easy," said Ump.
Peppers roared. "You ain't learned it any too quick," he said. "What goes up, has got to come down, an' you 're goin' up end over appetite."
"When do I hit the ground, Parson?" asked Ump, with his nose in the pitcher.
Peppers spread out two of his broad fingers. "To-day is to-day," he said, "an' to-morrow is to-morrow. Then—" But the cunning Marks was on his feet before the sentence was finished.
"Peppers," he snapped, "you clatter like a feed-cutter. What are you tryin' to say? Out with it. Let 's hear it."
It was a bold effort to throw us off the scent. Peppers saw the lead, and for a moment he was sober.
