“But you——”
Arlington snapped his yellow fingers.
“It’s all off,” he declared. “I’m done.”
“What? You mean you no help me some more?”
“You guessed it the first time.”
Arlington pretended the utmost coolness, whether he felt it or not. He inhaled a great whiff of smoke and breathed it out as he spoke. When he had finished he stifled a yawn with his hand.
Bunol was dazed, for this had come upon him suddenly and unexpectedly, and he was unprepared. He had not dreamed Arlington would think of throwing him over.
“So that is it?” he said, after a time. “You think you throw me over! You think you have done with me! Ha! I got a thing to say ’bout that!”
“You had better not be foolish, Bunol—better not make me any trouble. You’re too much of a load for me to carry.”
“Too much load?”