'Go along nothing! I'll say every word of it. And what's more, you'll listen. No, don't you go. You stand right there.'
Charlie, a stoutish man in an alpaca coat, with a florid countenance and a huge moustache, gave a moment's consideration to the blazing young crusader before him. The boy wasn't going to be any too easy to handle. He had no need to see him clearly to become aware of that fact. Charlie shifted his cigar.
'Lemme put it this way. S'pose you could sting me. You'd never get ten thousand. But s'pose, after I get through talking, you decide to go ahead and push the case——-'
'Push the case? Well, rather!'
'Wait a minute! All right, let's say you're going ahead and fight for part o' that ten thousand. What you think you could get. Then what'm I going to do?'
'Do you suppose I care what——'
'Oh, yes you do! Now listen! I want you to get this straight. You——'
'You want me to——'
'Keep still! Now here's——'
'Look here, I won't have you——'