"Shut up, old cockalorum," said Dink pleasantly. "I know all you want to say—found it out myself—it's all in one word—swelled head!"
"Oh!" said Tough deprecatingly, now that Dink had turned accuser.
"I've been a little, fluffy ass!" said Dink, marvelously stimulated to repentance by the episode which had gone before. "But that's over. My head's subsiding."
"What?"
The two burst into sympathetic laughter.
"You—you didn't mind my sailing into you, old horse?" said Tough.
"Not now."
McCarty looked mystified.
"Tough," said Dink with a queer look, "if you had smoked that black devil and I hadn't—all would have been over between us. As it is——"
"Well?" said Tough.