Back came the blood-shot eyes to Joe’s still extended hand.
“Do you—do you mean it?” faltered the old ball player.
“Mean it? Mean what?” asked Joe, in surprise.
“Are you going to shake hands with me—with a——”
He did not finish his obvious sentence.
“Why not?” asked Joe.
The other did not need to answer, for at that moment Gregory came up. He started at the sight of Dutton, and said sharply:
“How did you get in here? What are you doing here. Didn’t I tell you to keep away?”
“I paid my way in—Mister Gregory!” was the sarcastic answer. “I still have the price.”