"I get my share."
"Barrett, do you get what you want?"
"Always!" promptly answered Barrett. "But I've got to be sure I want it."
"The more money you two wish to make the better you please me. It will give you something to brag of. In working for me you will receive your share of prosperity and the pleasure of becoming somebody."
He looked as if the three of them stood in the plain sight of two and one-half millions of spectators. He went on, even more impressively, "You will now go on Fifth Avenue and graciously permit the swellest shops to employ our union sandwich-men to advertise their wares."
Wolverton rose to his feet. His color also rose.
"You didn't want me to waste your time, did you?"
"No, but you have. Good day. Now, Barrett, listen to me. I never repeat."
Mr. Wolverton opened his mouth, perceived that H. R. was not looking at him, closed his mouth and went out. He was a well-dressed man with a determined chin. If it had not been for that chin he would have been a bookkeeper. Determination minus imagination equals stubbornness.
Mr. Wolverton therefore walked out unbleeding.