O'Rane jumped down from the table and walked to the window with his hands in his pockets.
"What the deuce for?" he demanded.
"Super-ed of course, you fool."
Softly whistling, O'Rane picked up the first half-finished imposition.
"Won't you get your remove?" he asked.
"Not an earthly. I can't do their dam' stuff."
"You can do this thing: A train going forty miles an hour...."
Sinclair flamed with sudden anger.
"Oh, do, for God's sake, go away and leave me in peace," he cried. "I dare say it's all very easy for people like you...."