“You’re a fool!” cried the little man. “See here, I’ll help you all I can. I’ll go halves with you, and you won’t have to take any risk. He’ll milk.”
“But I’m not in that business.”
Caddy at once changed color.
His round face became positively hideous.
He leaned across the table like a thoroughbred villain and his teeth seemed to snap together.
“If you don’t bleed him you’ll get into the net again,” he suddenly cried.
“Which means, I suppose, that you’ll help get me there?”
“I didn’t say I would, but I won’t help keep you out.”
Margie flushed.
“You miserable wretch, keep your distance!” she exclaimed, and would have left the table but for the clutch of the little man’s hand.