I—I am rather apologetic, Jack, because I didn't explain to you sooner.
Jack Bates looked up from emptying the third spoon of sugar into his coffee.
"Yes, that was another of Jack's fool schemes," put in Slim.
"I don't think you'll go alone," asserted Jack Bates, grabbing his hat.
Chilluns always like to stay with their fathahs when they's nice as my Papa Jack is.