"Here, let me bathe your face."
"Biggest fool thing I ever saw," Dorsey blubbered through the water applied to the mouth. "I told you I'd apologize."
"Yes, and you may do so now. Do you?"
"Of course. What else can I do?"
"I'm almost sorry I hit you so hard."
"Almost! I don't stop at that. I don't want you to say anything about it," he added. "It would hurt my business."
"A horse kicked you," said Milford. "You're all right now. You can go to the house."
"I'm going to town by the first train. I'm done up. You've been practicing. You ought to make a success of yourself if that's the sort of fellow you are."
Milford helped him put on his coat. "Now, I wish I could do something for you," he said. "No matter what I do, I always get the worst of it."
"You didn't get the worst of this, by a long shot."