And Jinks, with a terrible gesture, transfixed imaginary enemies against the atmosphere.
Ralph choked as he gazed at Mr. Jinks, and shaking with pent up laughter:
"Can't you find something, Jinks, for me to do?" he said, "this affair promises to be interesting."
"You may carry the challenge I propose writing, if you will, sir."
"If I will! as if I would not do ten times as much for my dear friend
Jinks."
"Thanks, sir."
"Promise me one thing, however."
"What is it, sir?"
"To be cool."
"I am cool—I'll throttle her!"