It starts well." "Doesn't it ?" agreed Calder, "and the way it concludes is with you reaching over and shaking hands with me and saying 'yes'!" He leaned forward.

The twinkle was gone from his eyes and he extended his hand to Hardy.

The latter reached out with an impulsive gesture, wrung the proffered hand, and then slipping back into his chair broke into hysterical laughter.
"The real laugh," said Calder, watching his man narrowly, "will be on the long riders." "Tex," said the agent.

"I guess you have the dope.

I won't say anything except that I'm glad as hell to be out of the rotten business at last.