"At ten o'clock," added Evan, grinning. "I couldn't get things rounded up for a trial till then."
"Oh," said Key, rubbing his chin. "They ought to give you some return work.... How are you feeling these days?"
"Just average," answered Evan; "I had to cut out the cigarettes. I never smoked more than three or four a day at the most, but I find that I have fewer headaches when I leave them alone."
"Fewer headaches," repeated Key, in his peculiar way.
Evan smiled, and dived into the calling, drawing the time-worn battered old Key in with him. After a while the little man said:
"I suppose you count those headaches part of the game."
"Yes," and another chestnut rolled to the floor, "every business has its drawbacks."
"And every horse has its hold-backs," said Key, wondering whether it would sound like a joke or a child-speech. When it seemed to be lost on Evan, he corrected: "I meant 'every jackass.'"
"I see," returned the cash-bookman, "you think I'm a jackass for letting the bank hold me back."
"Yep!"