They believe it yet." Andy glanced at him perplexedly.

"Yes--but when it turned out to be true," he amended, "the josh was on me, I guess; I thought I was just lying, when I wasn't.

I've wondered a good deal about that.

By gracious, it makes a man feel funny to frame up a yarn out of his own think-machine, and then find out he's been telling the truth all the while.

It's like a fellow handing out a twenty-four karat gold bar to a rube by mistake, under the impression it only looks like one.