"Naturally," Elkan replied. "I had an appointment for this morning to see a feller there, which we could open maybe a good account; a feller by the name Max Kapfer."
"Max Kapfer?" Polatkin and Scheikowitz exclaimed with one voice.
"That's what I said," Elkan repeated. "And in order I shouldn't lose the chance I got him to promise he would come down here this afternoon yet on a late train and we would pay his expenses."
"Do you mean Max Kapfer, the feller which took over Flixman's store?" Polatkin asked.
"There's only one Max Kapfer in Bridgetown," Elkan replied, and Polatkin immediately assumed a pose of righteous indignation.
"That's from yours an idee, Scheikowitz," he said. "Not only you make the boy trouble to come back to the store, but we also got to give this feller Kapfer his expenses yet."
"What are you kicking about?" Scheikowitz demanded. "You seemed agreeable to the proposition yesterday."
"I got to seem agreeable," Polatkin retorted as he started for the door of the factory, "otherwise it would be nothing but fight, fight, fight mit you, day in, day out."
He paused at the entrance and winked solemnly at Elkan.
"I am sick and tired of it," he concluded as he supplemented the wink with a significant frown, and when he passed into the factory Elkan followed him.