You kid this Bently Brown into being featured as the humorist of the age, and pay him a little something for swallowing his disappointment as a dramatic author.

I'll go ahead with my boys, and we'll deliver the goods.

You do that, and you'll be setting up nights counting profits instead of nursing them!" Martinson began to stir up the litter on his desk,--another bad-weather sign.

"I can't waste time talking nonsense," he snapped.

"I've got plenty to do without that.