"Ye-es, boss."
"I'll be there to see that you get the forty beers and I'll guarantee that you'll have a chance to assuage your thirst after business hours."
"All right, boss," said Mulligan. "And I'll guarantee the thirst."
"Say, can you beat it?" admiringly asked Max of Andrew Barrett. "Where does he get it?" And he tapped his own cranium sadly.
"And, Mulligan, if you should be locked up," added H. R., "the first thing you do when you get to jail is to declare a hunger strike. This will stamp you as Crusaders! And Crusaders never frighten Business."
"Great heavens!" whispered Max.
"Do we get the—" began Mulligan, anxiously.
"Nothing need be said about drinking. You'll get your forty."
"They can do their damnedest," said Mulligan, looking like a hero-martyr.
"Refer all reporters to your counsel," finally advised Max. "Forget everything else, but not that, not that!"