"I saw he was on his car about something, and I thought I'd better not monkey with him much.

I supposed he was going to bring you to book about old Lindau, somehow." Fulkerson broke into a laugh.
March remained serious.

"Mr.Dryfoos," he said, willing to let the simple statement have its own weight with Fulkerson, and nothing more, "came in here and ordered me to discharge Lindau from his employment on the magazine--to turn him off, as he put it." "Did he ?" asked Fulkerson, with unbroken cheerfulness.

"The old man is business, every time.

Well, I suppose you can easily get somebody else to do Lindau's work for you.