Might as well make the most you can for yourself out of a bad mess.

Think it over, Bryant." He set his cap on his head with a conclusive air.
Lee pointed at a chair by the table.
"Sit down for a moment; there's another matter." He crossed to his desk, put his hand in a drawer for something, and came back.

"Look at that," he said, tossing a revolver cartridge on the table before Gretzinger.
The man picked it up and turned it over between thumb and finger, examining it with mingled surprise and curiosity.
"What about it ?" he questioned.
"I understand you're interested in a certain young lady," Bryant stated, smoothly.
Gretzinger straightened on his seat, flashing his look up to the other's.

A sudden tightening of his lips accompanied the action and he ceased to revolve the cartridge he held.
"I'll not discuss my personal affairs with you or----" "When they touch mine, you will," was the answer.
"Are you jealous ?" Gretzinger asked after a pause, with a trace of insolence.

"Believe you are.