“You write a good ad,” Amos told him; and Wint asked:
“You’ve read them?”
“I guess everybody’s read them.”
“Are they all right?”
“First rate. They’ll do.”
Wint said impatiently: “I’m sick of the whole thing.”
Amos studied him. “Routt getting under your skin?”
“No. He’s playing it pretty strong, though.”
“I’ll say he is.”
“Of course, it’s just politics. He and I are as friendly as ever.”