"Include that in the takin' back if ye like. All I want is to do the right thing."
"All right," said Sandy. "Murray, let me speak with ye to one side."
Deadoak sat down and rolled a cigarette. Taking Murray's arm, Sandy mopped his face and walked out of earshot, then he paused. As he met Murray's puzzled gaze, an earnest look crept into his heavy features.
"Ye'll leave this matter to me?" he queried. "In other words, will you be willing to let me gamble for the good o' the firm?"
Murray smiled quizzically. "Go as far as you like, Sandy! I'll back your play."
"And if we go broke on it, no hard feelings?"
Murray laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Don't be a fool! We're men and not children. Play your own game!"
Sandy looked vastly relieved, then strode back to Deadoak.
"Well, now, your proposition is good," he said cordially, even genially. "I'm proud to meet a man like you, Deadoak Stevens! We thought you and Mr. Tomkins had trimmed us, and were inclined to be sore about it—now that we've found the mistake, we apologize."