"You will render Bowen & Cleet their account current, and make up the pork sale; it has been standing open long enough. And," added Mr. Flint, "fill up bills of lading for the D. D. coffee."
"I don't think I will," was the quiet reply.
Mr. Flint did not believe his ears.
"Mr. Walters!"
"You will fill up those bills of lading immediately."
"I won't!" plumply.
This caused Mr. Flint to sink in a chair with astonishment; and Mortimer went on writing.
"Did you say that you wouldn't?" asked Mr. Flint, looking at him.
"Yes, sir."