"Just you write it down that Kelly Jones is a yaller pup," said Kelly morosely.
"Never!" declared Jap heartily. "Misled, perhaps, but with a heart of gold."
Kelly groped for his handkerchief.
"I've got on the water wagon, Jap," he sniffled. "I reckon I kin get along without the stuff. Sary hid my jug, and I done 'thout it for a week, and I felt fine. I am goin' to make a stagger at it, if I do fall down."
Jap pushed him into a chair.
"Why, you old rascal," he cried, "you have backbone enough to do anything you will to do. Move into town and help us turn the wheels."
Kelly wiped his nose on the tail of his slicker as he started for the door.
"Don't happen to need any basses, do you?" he grinned.
Jap flung an empty ink bottle after him. When quiet had returned to the office, he said, as he hung his hat on the nail:
"Isabel wants to learn to stick type."