"Nix on the comedy! I bet it's a wizard!"
His employer gazed warmly at the owner of the priceless treasure, and, taking the rug tenderly, pressed his lips to it.
Fresno shook his head in disgust; the brazen methods of this person were unbearable.
"Why all the colors?" asked he. "You can sing best where there is a piano. I can train best under the shadow of college emblems. I am a temperamental athlete."
"You'll be a dead athlete if you don't beat this cook." The
Californian was angry.
"Indeed!" exclaimed his rival, airily.
"That's what I remarked. Did they tell you what happened to Humpy
Joe, your predecessor?"
"It must have been an accident, judging from his name." At which Miss Blake tittered. She was growing to enjoy these passages at arms; they thrilled her vaguely.
"The only accident connected with the affair was that Still Bill and Willie didn't have their guns."
Glass started nervously. "Did these rummies want to shoot him?" he inquired.