"Sure! You can just bet your bottom dollar I let him see from
the way I looked at him that I wasn't going to stand for no more
monkey business. You bet I did!... I'll fix him, I will.
You just _watch_ me. (Hey, Drubel, got any lemon merang? Bring me
a hunk, will yuh?) Why, Wrenn, that cross-eyed double-jointed
fat old slob, I'll slam him in the slats so hard some day--I
will, you just watch my smoke. If it wasn't for that messy wife
of mine--I ought to desert her, and I will some day, and--"

"Yuh." Mr. Wrenn was curt for a second.... "I know how it is, Charley.
But you'll get over it, honest you will. Say, I've got some news.
Some land that my dad left me has sold for nearly a thousand plunks.
By the way, this lunch is on me. Let me pay for it, Charley."

Charley promised to let him pay, quite readily. And, expanding, said:

"Great, Wrenn! Great! Lemme congratulate you. Don't know
anybody I'd rather've had this happen to. You're a meek little
baa-lamb, but you've got lots of stuff in you, old Wrennski.
Oh say, by the way, could. you let me have fifty cents till
Saturday? Thanks. I'll pay it back sure. By golly! you're
the only man around the office that 'preciates what a double
duck-lined old fiend old Goglefogle is, the old--"

"Aw, gee, Charley, I wish you wouldn't jump on Guilfogle
so hard. He's always treated me square."

"Gogie--square? Yuh, he's square just like a hoop. You know it,
too, Wrenn. Now that you've got enough money so's you don't