Luck gathered, however, that he meant to sue the Acme Company for about nine million dollars damages to his feelings and his reputation, if _The Soul of Littlefoot Law_ was released in its present form.

He battered at Luck's grinning composure with his full supply of invectives.

When he perceived that Luck's eyes twinkled more and more while they watched him, and that Luck's smile was threatening to explode into laughter, Bently Brown shook his fist at the two of them, shrilled something about seeing his lawyer at once, and went out and slammed the door.
"Lor-dee! He'd make a hit in comedy, that fellow," Luck observed placidly, and lighted the cigar he had been holding.

"What's he mean--' sue the company' ?" "He means sue the company," Martinson retorted grimly.

"That clause in the contract where we agree to produce his stories in a manner befitting the quality and fame of these several stories in fiction; he's got grounds for action there, and he's going to make the most of it.