"Aw, can it!" he retorted fiercely. "What else is there to chase except graft? What else is there, I ask you? Graft! Ain't there graft into everything God ever made? An' don't the smart guy get it an' take his an' divide the rest same as you an' me?"
"You can't comprehend that I don't graft, can you, Duck?"
"What do you call it what you get, then? The wages of Reeform? And what do you hand out to your lootenants an' your friends?"
"Service."
"Hey? Well, all right. But what's in it for you? Where do you get yours, Doc?"
"There's nothing in it for me except to give honest service to the people who trust me."
"Listen," he persisted with a sort of ferocious patience; "you ain't on no bar'l now; an' you ain't calling no Ginneys and no Kikes your friends. You're just talkin' to me like there wasn't nobody else onto this damn planet excep' us two guys. Get that?"
"I do."
"And I'm tellin' you that I get mine same as any one who ain't a loonatic. Get that?"
"Certainly."