If the old man went so far as to speak to you about it, his mind is made up, and we might as well knock under first as last." "And do you mean to say that you would not stand by me in what I considered my duty-in a matter of principle ?" "Why, of course, March," said Fulkerson, coaxingly, "I mean to do the right thing.

But Dryfoos owns the magazine--" "He doesn't own me," said March, rising.

"He has made the little mistake of speaking to me as if he did; and when"-- March put on his hat and took his overcoat down from its nail--"when you bring me his apologies, or come to say that, having failed to make him understand they were necessary, you are prepared to stand by me, I will come back to this desk.

Otherwise my resignation is at your service." He started toward the door, and Fulkerson intercepted him.

"Ah, now, look here, March! Don't do that! Hang it all, don't you see where it leaves me?
Now, you just sit down a minute and talk it over.