"I'm willing." He smiled most exasperatingly.
"When do you want to run?"
"Suit yourself."
"Say," Jimmy exclaimed, perhaps a shade angrily, "are you fooling? To hear you talk anybody'd think you wanted to run now."
"That would be all right. I will run now."
The laughter became general. The stranger only pulled at his cigar more quickly.
"Where are your togs?" Jimmy inquired scornfully.
"I've got them on." So saying he flung back his overcoat. He was ordinarily dressed.
The laughter broke out afresh.
Jimmy hesitated just one instant.