"What for?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Because he asks you to," Abe replied, "and because I didn't got no right to butt in the way I did, Sidney. After all, your father is your father."
"What's biting you now?" Sidney exclaimed. "Ain't you told me this morning I should do what I did?"
Abe nodded sadly.
"And didn't you say me and the old man couldn't give each other a square deal even if we wanted to?"
Abe nodded again.
"Then I'm going to stick to my job," Sidney declared as he walked toward the cashier's desk.
Abe and Max trailed after him and when they reached the sidewalk Max seized his son by the arm.
"Sidney, leben," he said; "listen to me. Come and eat anyhow a decent lunch and we'll talk this thing over."
"What for?" Sidney said. "I've had as much as I want to eat, and besides I've got to see a fellow up at the Prince Clarence Hotel. I'll be at Riesenberger's to dinner to-night about the usual time."