"Harry."
"Aye."
"I 'm going after the other side. We 've been playing a half-horsed game here."
"I 've been thinking that, Boy."
"Then I 'm going to tackle the foot wall. You stay where you are, for a few more shots; it can't do much good, the way things are going, and it can't do much harm. I was at the bank to-day."
"Yeh."
"My balance is just two hundred."
"Counting what we borrowed from Mother 'Oward?"
"Yes."
Harry clawed at his mustache. His nose, already red from the pressure of blood, turned purplish.