And Busby shouted from his position in the corner on the floor, "Shut up, you fool!"
Well, now, which one of these men did you leave home with—Busby or Kitsong?
He admitted that he expected Busby to have trouble with Watson.
Let us hope that as he was not fully admitted, he escaped Busby's birch.
"He certainly means to let me off altogether," exclaimed Busby.
"Damn the Free Library," said Busby, savagely, making a miss.
All efforts on the part of Busby to draw him into conversation were useless.
He lit a cigarette, and started off to find his old friend Busby.
Busby stood looking after him, quite at a loss to understand.
But, being started, it was no easy matter to stop a man like Busby.
