"The trouble with you, Neil, is that you have a streak of yellow," interrupted Clover impatiently. "Don't you like your fifty a week?"
"Yes."
"Don't you like your fifteen thousand dollars' worth of stock?"
"It looks good to me," confessed Neil.
"Then keep still or sell out and get out."
"I'm not going to do that," said Neil deliberately. He had his slow mind made up at last. "I'm going to stick, and reorganize the company when it goes broke!"
When Clover reported this to Wallingford that gentleman laughed.
"How is he on ritual work?" he asked.
"Fine! He has a streak of fool earnestness in him that makes him take to that flubdubbery like a duck to water."
"Then send him out as a special degree master to inaugurate the new lodges that are formed. He's a nuisance in the office."