"You've killed him!" Scheikowitz gasped.
"Yow! I've killed him!" Elkan exclaimed. "It would take a whole lot more as that to kill a bum like him."
He bent over Flaxberg and shook him by the shoulder.
"Hey!" he shouted in his ear. "You are ruining your clothes!"
Flaxberg raised his drooping head and, assisted by Elkan, regained his feet and staggered to the water-cooler, where Elkan bathed his streaming nostrils with the icy fluid.
At length Scheikowitz stirred himself to action just as Polatkin relinquished the 'phone.
"Markulies," Scheikowitz shouted, "go out and get a policeman!"
"Don't do nothing of the kind, Markulies!" Polatkin declared. "I got something to say here too."
He turned severely to Elkan.
"Leave that loafer alone and listen to me," he said. "What right do you got to promise deliveries on them 2060's in a week?"