"Our mutual aid society!" Barney cried. "What are you talking about, our mutual aid society?"
"Well, then, Golnik's mutual aid society," Louis continued.
"Golnik's mutual aid society!" exclaimed Zapp. "Golnik ain't got no mutual aid society no more, Birsky. I told him after you are gone to lunch, Birsky, that if him oder anybody else round here even so much as mentions such a thing to us again we would fire 'em right out of here, contracts oder no contracts."
Birsky sat down in a chair and gazed mournfully at his partner.
"You told him that, Zapp?" he said.
"I certainly did," Zapp replied. "What do you think I would tell him after the way Feigenbaum takes on so?"
Birsky nodded his head slowly.
"That's the way it goes, Zapp," he said. "I am sitting there in Hammersmith's half an hour already, scheming how we should get Eschenbach round here so he should look over our line—which I didn't hardly eat nothing at all, understand me—and you go to work and knock away the ground from under my toes already!"
"What d'ye mean, I am knocking away the ground from under your toes?" Zapp cried indignantly. "What has Golnik's mutual aid society got to do mit your toes, Birsky—oder Eschenbach, neither?"
"It's got a whole lot to do with it," Birsky declared. "It's got everything to do with it; in fact, Barney, if it wouldn't be that I am telling Eschenbach we got a mutual aid society here he wouldn't come round here at all."