“No,” said Red promptly.
“Yes,” said David.
“No, I tell you! What an idea! He invents a wonderful contraption. It’s a great success; so he hands out half the royalties to somebody, mind you,” Red declared scornfully, “who has just stood around and admired.”
“You have helped me all along,” declared David. “I couldn’t have done half so well without you. Honest, Red, you have got to do it.”
“God bless you for a generous imbecile, but I won’t do it. Come on down, if you won’t let a poor working man get an hour’s sleep.”
“You have got to go halves with me,” David persisted doggedly. “Say you will, and you can go to bed for a couple of hours.”
“Then I sit up,” said Red. “Tell you what, David! Here’s what you can do, and it will mean a lot more than money to me. You can see to it that I get a job with you. I like you, boy, and we hit it off. Let’s stick together. Huh?”
“Surest thing in the world! But the other goes, too.”
“No,” said Red.
“Oh Lord!” groaned David.