“I though’ you came here dis morning to, ah, bunt. What?”
“Bunt?”
“Yess.... Bingle.”
“Bingle?”
“Yess, bingle.”
“It’s lost on me, old man. I came here to talk to Gorgas.”
He resumed his reading, smoked at leisure and turned over pages carelessly. Bardek smote one vicious blow and exclaimed:
“Then you don’t want to—ah—get in the soup wit’ Miss Gorgas, eh?”
“What?”
Morris swung completely around.