"Don't whine about it," said Boyd, stiffly. "You can at least be game and lose like a man."
"Then we are going to lose, eh?" queried Clyde, in a scared voice. "I thought maybe you had a plan. Look here," he began an instant later, "Cherry pulled us out once before, why don't you let her see what she can do with Marsh?"
Boyd scanned the speaker's face sharply before speaking.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean she can work him if she tries, the same way she worked
Hilliard."
"Marsh isn't in the mood to listen to arguments. I have tried that."
"Who said anything about arguments? You know what I mean."
"I don't care to listen to that sort of talk."
"Why not? I'm entitled to have my say in things." Clyde was growing indignant. "I put in ten thousand of my own money and twenty-five thousand besides, on your assurances. That's thirty-five thousand more than you put up—"
"Nevertheless, it doesn't give you the right to insult the girl."