As far as that is concerned, he's got a hide like a hippopotamus.

But what he hates is Lindau's opinions, and what he says is that no man who holds such opinions shall have any work from him.

And what March says is that no man shall be punished through him for his opinions, he don't care what they are." The colonel stood a moment in silence.

"And what do you expect me to do under the circumstances ?" "I came to you for advice--I thought you might suggest---- ?" "Do you wish me to see Mr.Dryfoos ?" "Well, that's about the size of it," Fulkerson admitted.

"You see, colonel," he hastened on, "I know that you have a great deal of influence with him; that article of yours is about the only thing he's ever read in 'Every Other Week,' and he's proud of your acquaintance.
Well, you know"-- and here Fulkerson brought in the figure that struck him so much in Beaton's phrase and had been on his tongue ever since--"you're the man on horseback to him; and he'd be more apt to do what you say than if anybody else said it." "You are very good, sir," said the colonel, trying to be proof against the flattery, "but I am afraid you overrate my influence." Fulkerson let him ponder it silently, and his daughter governed her impatience by holding her fan against her lips.