The other raised a deprecatory hand and turned away.
"You know best, o' course, Mr. Joses," he said. "You've the run o' Putnam's same as me. And you're an eddicated man from Oxford College, where they knows all there is to know."
He was limping away.
Joses hung on his heels.
"Steady on, old sport," he said. "D'you mean that?"
Monkey swung about.
"See here, Mr. Joses," he whispered. "When a gal's out to win a man she'll do funny things."
The fat man breathed heavily.
Then he began to laugh.
"And it's win the National or lose the man!" he said. "Quite a romance!"