"I did you an injustice, Doughnuts, and I apologize."
"You two will never get to be old," said Jimmy, picking up his trusty
saw. "You're altogether too smart to live, I'm afraid."
"Oh, I don't think there's any need to worry about that," said Bob,
casually, coming to Jimmy's aid. "I think myself they'll probably
live to be a hundred."
"Wow!" exclaimed Joe. "That was a wicked wallop, Bob."
"It's no more than you deserve," said Jimmy. "A good wallop with the
business end of a gas pipe would be about the best thing that could
happen to some people."
"I'm glad he doesn't mean us, Joe," said Herb, with a wink at his
friend.
"Never mind whom I mean," said Jimmy.
"Here are your cleats, so you can get busy and screw them on to the
back of that panel. I'll lie down on the couch and watch you to see
that you don't make any mistakes."
"No danger of that," said Herb. "I couldn't make a mistake if I tried.
Wait till I get hold of a screw driver and watch my speed."
"You'll probably make a mistake without trying," said Jimmy, "but I
suppose there's no use trying to give you good advice, so go ahead."
However, Herb justified his modest estimate of himself this time, for
he soon had the cleats strongly fastened to the back of the panel,
raising it two inches, which gave plenty of clearance for wires and
screw heads underneath.
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