“Billy’s not the boss of the garage, Joe,” laughed Matt. “If he was, probably he’d refuse to give the car storage.”
“Hear anything from Hempstead?”
“Well, yes. Levitt is coming along as well as can be expected.”
“I don’t think you had better talk any more, my lad,” interposed the doctor.
“I’ll die if I don’t, doc,” declared McGlory. “Give me a little more rope, can’t you?”
“A little.”
“Where’s the colonel, Matt?” went on McGlory.
“No one knows, Joe. He was ordered out of town, and I guess he’s gone, or going.”
“He played hob with me, all right. How’s the syndicate?”