"Well, Joe," said the practical Briggs, unable to hold in his excitement any longer, "let's get down to business."
Joe leaned forward.
"I'm thinking of starting up the printery, Marty."
Marty flushed, choked, and could hardly speak.
"I knew you would, Joe."
"Yes," Joe went on, "but I'm not going to go on with it."
Marty spoke sharply:
"Why not?"
"I'll tell you later, Marty."
"Not—lost your nerve? The fire?"