"Well, maybe," admitted Ersten puffing out his cheeks in frowning consideration.
Johnny held his breath as he approached the crucial observation.
"By the time his eyes are rested you may have a better shop for the old man to work in."
Ersten fixed him with a burning glare.
"I see it!" he ejaculated. "You put this job up to make me sell my lease!"
Johnny looked him in the eye with a frank smile.
"Of course I did," he confessed. "I didn't know either you or Schnitt until yesterday."
Ersten knit his bristling brows, but presently grinned.
"You're a smart young man," he complimented. "But I don't promise Schnitt I move."
"Certainly not," agreed the smart young man, and mopped his brow. The fight was won! "Here is exactly what you must say"—and he went patiently over the entire dialogue again, word by word.