“He works in Benton’s cigar store. He’s a corker, Jimmy is.”
“He must be if he spends his time racing policemen. I suppose you think you’re going to play pool tonight.”
“Surest thing you know, sport!”
“Well, you’re not. You’re coming with me to the mass meeting. And you’re going to——”
“Yes, I am! Like fun!” jeered Humphrey.
“And you’re going to clap your hands at the right moment and pull for the football team,” continued Ira, regardless of the interruption. “Also, Nead, you’re going to subscribe liberally to the cause.”
“Nothing doing, Rowly! I’ve got a date with some of the fellows downtown. Anyway, I couldn’t subscribe to the cause, as you call it, having but about a dollar and a half to my name and needing that for more important things, old top.”
“Broke again?” asked Ira.
“Pretty nearly. I’ve got a dollar and sixty-two cents, or something like that. Want to borrow a hundred, Rowly?”