"If you do it again I shall be compelled to give you an old-time, school-day licking." "You can't do it and you never saw the day you could," bristled Washer, brandishing a bony little fist before the colonel's big face.
"There's one more question I'd like to ask," Johnny interposed on this violent quarrel.

"Will it be necessary for me to offer any stock outside this group ?" "I can't swing but a quarter of a million to save me; possibly only two hundred thousand," regretted Bouncer.
"If you'd like to carry a little more I'll let you have the money, Colonel," offered his bitter enemy of the bony fist.
"Thanks, Mort," returned the colonel gratefully.

"However, it is not necessary to display the fact to the entire gathering that I now have a pair of those deuces." Washer quickly reached over, snatched the colonel's cards, replaced them with his own and went on dealing.
"I think we can handle it all among us, Johnny," figured Courtney.
Shortly afterward, Loring, in high glee, separated Polly from a hilarious game of drop-the-handkerchief.
"Well, Polly, it's all over!" he exulted.

"Johnny has been in to see his financial backers.

He has bought the Wobbles property and he has made his million dollars." "If Mr.Courtney hasn't any fireworks he must telephone for some right away," declared Polly in delight, and suddenly her eyes moistened.