"We'll walk, then."
So the two men went down town on foot, and Jove galloped back and forth joyously. At any and all times he was happy with his master. The one bane of his existence was gone, the cat. He was monarch of the house; he could sleep on sofa-pillows and roll on the rugs, and nobody stole his bones.
"Good dog," observed John.
"Money couldn't buy him. I saw that fellow Bolles to-day," tentatively.
"Bolles?" John did not recollect the name.
"The fellow you nearly throttled the other night," explained Warrington. "He looked pretty well battered up. I never saw you lose your temper so quickly before."
"He struck me without provocation, at the wrong moment. Who is going to speak to-night?"
"Donnelly and Rudolph."
"What do you think? Donnelly called me up by 'phone this afternoon. Wants to know if I really intend to tear down the shops. I told him I had nothing to say on the subject."
"Tear them down. I should. You're a rich man."