"Hold me up, if your coin lasts, till I hit the ball—that's all. You'll never regret it." Tweet sat pulling his twisted nose from side to side, as if trying to straighten it.
"But I don't understand. You seem to be—that is, you call yourself a capitalist, and you're only—I mean it seems funny——"
"I get you. I talk like a millionaire and travel with tramps." Tweet sighed. "Well, my faculty for breedin' confidence in others is one o' the big secrets o' my success. Success, I say—get that? If this faculty won't work on you, then I lose this time. I'll say no more. Think it over."
He yawned, rose, and started for the door.
"Are—are you goin' down on the street?" Hiram asked timidly.
"Yes, I thought I'd stroll about a bit."
"I—I guess I'll go with you, if you don't mind."
"Sure not—come on."
Hiram rose quickly and followed him out. Even though he were to distrust this man, in the end, the thought of losing him now was appalling.
Down on the street he thought of breakfast and paused before the restaurant.