On your way back jack Stevens up about those plows.

Tell him if he don't get 'em round on time he loses one big customer--and that's me." Counting out the required amount, he stuffed the slight remainder in his pocket, slammed shut the safe, signed his letters briskly, and took up his hat.

"Come on, Thompson, we'll be off." "Now then," he resumed, in the elevator, "I've got to go down to slip No.

4, to see about some stuff I'm shipping to Mexico.

Walk or ride?
It's only a little ways." "Let's walk, then," said Steve.