"I'm not your man, Fulkerson," he said, compassionately.

"You want a more practical hand, one that's in touch with what's going.

I'm getting further and further away from this century and its claptrap.

I don't believe in your enterprise; I don't respect it, and I won't have anything to do with it.

It would-choke me, that kind of thing." "That's all right," said Fulkerson.