So the two looked at each other measuringly for a moment.
"I certainly appreciate your good opinion of me, Mr.Dewitt," Luck said.
"Whether I take the place or not, I want to thank you for offering it to me.

It all looks fine--the chance of my life; but I can't--" "No, don't say any more." Dewitt raised his hand.

"You do as I suggest; tell the boys just what has passed, if you like.

Let them decide for you." "No, that wouldn't be fair.

They'd decide for my interests and forget about their own.