I understood he was awful mad at the way the thing started off, and wanted to give you a piece of his mind, when he got at you.

I inferred as much from a remark that he made." March and Dryfoos looked foolish, as men do when made the subject of this sort of merry misrepresentation.
"I reckon my scolding will keep awhile yet," said the old man, dryly.
"Well, then, I guess it's a good chance to give Mr.Dryfoos an idea of what we've really done--just while we're resting, as Artemus Ward says.
Heigh, March ?" "I will let you blow the trumpet, Fulkerson.

I think it belongs strictly to the advertising department," said March.

He now distinctly resented the old man's failure to say anything to him of the magazine; he made his inference that it was from a suspicion of his readiness to presume upon a recognition of his share in the success, and he was determined to second no sort of appeal for it.
"The advertising department is the heart and soul of every business," said Fulkerson, hardily, "and I like to keep my hand in with a little practise on the trumpet in private.

I don't believe Mr.Dryfoos has got any idea of the extent of this thing.