"But what's a guy like you want
with a shuvver?"
"Well, to drive my car--and--"
"Car?" said the Spider, his uneasiness growing, "got a car now, have ye,
bo?"
"I rather think I've got six."
"Sufferin' Sam!" The Spider scratched his chin while his keen eyes roved
over Ravenslee's exterior apprehensively. "Say, bo, you quite sure none
o' th' bunch booted you on th' dome--eh?"
"Quite sure."
"An' yet you got six auter-mobiles. I say--you think so."
"Now I think again, they're seven with the newest racer."
"Say, now, jest holt still a minute! Now, swaller twice, think dam'
hard, an' tell me again! You got how many?"
"Seven!"
"Got anythin' else?"
"Oh, yes, a few things."
"Tell us jest one."
"Well, a yacht."
"Oh, a yacht?"
"A yacht."
"'S 'nuff, bo, 's 'nuff! But go on--go on, get it all off if you'll feel
better after. Anythin' more?"
"Why, yes, about twenty or thirty houses and castles and palaces and
things--"
"That settles it sure!" sighed the Spider. "You're comin' t' see a
doctor, that's what! Your dome's sure got bent in with a boot or
somethin'.
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