“Oh, yes, much ye’re sorry,” returned Patsy jeeringly.
“Why shouldn’t I be? You work hard, and I shall be glad to have you succeed.”
“Hear him talk, Mike.”
“It’s you that keeps us from earnin’ money.”
“How is that?”
“Because you get away with our trade. It’s a shame, so it is, to take the bread out’n our mouths.”
“You’re mistaken, boys. I only want my share of success.”
“You’ve got away two of my customers. I seed ’em buyin’ papers of you yest’erday afternoon.”
“I can’t tell your customers. When a man wants to buy a paper of me of course I sell to him. Isn’t that right?”
“No, it isn’t.”