“Do you mean to insult me?” asked Hogan, scowling.
“No; but I may as well be candid.”
“What’s the matter with me?” asked Hogan roughly.
“I don’t like the way you do business,” said Joe.
“Look here, young one, you put on too many airs just because you’re keepin’ a one-horse restaurant,” said Hogan angrily.
“If it’s a one-horse restaurant, why do you want to become my partner?” retorted Joe coolly.
“Because I’m hard up—I haven’t got a cent.”
“I’m sorry for you; but a man needn’t be in that condition long here.”
“Where do you sleep?” asked Hogan suddenly.
“Here. I put a bed on the floor in one corner, and so am on hand in the morning.”