"Maybe I am. All the same, I'd have made a corpse of you if you had not dropped that wool."
"What have you got my name on it for?"
"I am having a little fun out of it–that's all."
"You have no right to use my name at all."
"Maybe I haven't. Go to law about it, and let the court decide that question. I am going to keep it there, for you are the meanest man in Wall Street. You had a messenger boy discharged from his position of five dollars a week. It will be a long time before I can have fun enough with you to satisfy me, Mr. Bryant."
"I did not have you discharged."
"Oh, that's all right."
"But you can ask Manson."
"Yes, I know. We got more of his fleece than we did of yours. I haven't had much fun with him yet. One at a time and it will last longer."
"You must take my name off that thing there."