After a moment Barlow banged the receiver upon its hook, and turned upon them.

He had a clenched, driving face, with small, commanding eyes.

It was his boast that he got results, that it was his policy to make people do what you told 'em.

He had no other code.
"Well, Brainard," he snapped, "here you are again.

What you up to now ?" "Going to try the straight game, Chief," returned Larry.
"Don't try to put that old bunk over on me!" "It's not bunk, Chief.