“Well, make your conditions where you are, then. I’ll agree to ’em.�
“I won’t do it. Shoot, if you want to; but I won’t do that.�
“Do what?�
“Make any verbal conditions with you. You’d agree to anything, and break your agreement the next hour. I know you.�
“Well, what do you want?�
“Before I make any promises, such as you demand, I’m going to draw up a paper which you have got to sign with your full name.�
“Oh; I have, eh? Well, maybe I won’t do that, Lynne.�
“Then you won’t get any promise out of me; that’s flat; not with twenty automatics in your hands.�
Saying this, Lynne kicked off the slippers, and made as if to return to the bedcoverings.
“Hold on there,� Mike exclaimed. “What kind of a paper do you want to write?�