I've thought it all over, and I'd rather be right with you than wrong with him." "Well, I appreciate your motive, Fulkerson," said March.

"But perhaps--perhaps we can save over our heroics for another occasion.
Lindau seems to have got in with his, for the present." He told him of Lindau's last visit, and they stood a moment looking at each other rather queerly.

Fulkerson was the first to recover his spirits.

"Well," he said, cheerily, "that let's us out." "Does it?
I'm not sure it lets me out," said March; but he said this in tribute to his crippled self-respect rather than as a forecast of any action in the matter.
"Why, what are you going to do ?" Fulkerson asked.

"If Lindau won't work for Dryfoos, you can't make him." March sighed.