He shook hands with Henry, looked at him a moment and asked: "Are you going to run a newspaper with all those old geysers you've got over there?"
The new member winced.
"Don't pay any attention to Flummers," John Richmond said.
"Oh, yes," Flummers insisted. "You see, I know all those fellows. Some of them were worn out ten years ago—but say, are you paying anything over there?"
"Yes, paying as much as any paper in the town."
"That's the stuff; but say, you can afford it. Who rang the bell? Did anybody ring? Boy," (speaking to a waiter), "we ought to have something to drink here."
"Do you want to pay for it?" Richmond asked.
"Oh, ho, ho, no, I'm busted. I've set 'em up two or three times to-day."
"Why, you stuffed buffalo robe, you"—
"Oh, well, it was the other day, then. I'm all the time buying the drinks. If it weren't for me you geysers would dry up. Say, John, touch the bell."