"Wayne," said he over his shoulder, "you'd better apologize."
"What for?"
"To save your life. I think my client is about to drop you over the rail, and I can't conscientiously advise him not to."
"No, I'm not," said the Tyro, with an effort. "But I want to hear that again."
"What?" inquired Mr. Wayne.
"That—that offer of a bribe."
"No bribe at all. A straightforward business proposition."
"So that's your notion of business," said the Tyro slowly.
"Well, why not?" Bland innocence overspread the magnate's features as if in a layer. "I ask you to name your price for quitting your pretended claim—"
"I don't pretend any claim!"