“Nothing!” said Clinton.
“Nothing!” echoed Hazlett.
“Nothing!” murmured Reeves.
“If you could let me have—ah—about two pairs——”
Clinton’s request was firmly interrupted by his host.
“Nonsense, Clint, you’ll need at least four. I’m going to have a couple more myself.”
“I dare say you’re right. If you could let me have four pairs, Mr. Shult, I—ah—should be very much obliged.”
“And me the same,” said Hazlett.
“Yes, certainly,” answered Shult, flustered and vastly pleased. “You shall have them right off.”
“And let me see, ‘Chick,’” said Stowell, “didn’t I hear you say you wanted a couple more pairs?”