"Very happy to test your prescription," responded Singer, genially.
I started to go with him, but I couldn't resist turning to Mr. Camp and his friends and saying—
"Gentlemen, the G.S. is a big affair, but it isn't quite big enough to fight the U.S."
CHAPTER XVI
A GLOOMY GOOD-BY
At that point my importance ceased. Apparently seeing that the game was up, Mr. Camp later in the morning asked Mr. Cullen to give him an interview, and when he was allowed to pass the sentry he came to the steps and suggested—
"Perhaps we can arrange a compromise between the Missouri Western and the Great Southern?"
"We can try," Mr. Cullen assented. "Come into my car." He made way for Mr. Camp, and was about to follow him, when Madge took hold of her father's arm, and, making him stoop, whispered something to him.
"What kind of a place?" asked Mr. Cullen, laughing.
"A good one," his daughter replied.