Get me?"
"I get you," answered Jock.
"I say, this is business, and good manners be hanged. When a woman
breaks into a man's game like this, let her take her chances like a
man. Ain't that straight?"
"You've said something," agreed Jock.
"Now, look here, kid. When that door opens I get up. See? And shoot
straight for the old man's office. See? Like a duck. See? Say, I may
be fat, kid, but I'm what they call light on my feet, and when I see
an order getting away from me I can be so fleet that I have Diana
looking like old Weston doing a stretch of muddy country road in a
coast to coast hike. See? Now you help me out on this and I'll see
that you don't suffer for it. I'll stick in a good word for you,
believe me. You take the word of an old stager like me and you won't
go far--"
The door opened. Simultaneously three figures sprang into action. Jock
had the seat nearest the door. With marvelous clumsiness he managed to
place himself in Ed Meyers' path, then reddened, began an apology,
stepped on both of Ed's feet, jabbed his elbow into his stomach, and
dropped his hat.
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