"I'd let 'em have it at any price. But, no, it wouldn't do; I should have to own up how I had been victimized. Besides, it's too late now, anyhow. Why, nearly the whole paper is in type, and one side is printed."
"Well, what are you going to do with that page?"
"I give it up."
Al rose from his seat and approached the table where the two gentlemen were seated.
"Perhaps I can help out, sir," he said.
Mr. Marcus started from his chair, his face flushed with anger.
"You've been listening, boy!" he exclaimed.
"I have; I couldn't very well help it, for you spoke in a loud tone."
"That's so, Marcus," added the other gentleman. "A public restaurant is not just the place to talk over such a matter."
"Well," said Marcus, glaring at Al, "I suppose you mean to go and tell everyone in town what you have heard?"