I didn't know he was loaded, or I wouldn't have monkeyed with him." "Lindau does himself injustice when he gets to talking in that way," said March.

"I hate to hear him.

He's as good an American as any of us; and it's only because he has too high an ideal of us--" "Oh, go on! Rub it in--rub it in!" cried Fulkerson, clutching his hair in suffering, which was not altogether burlesque.

"How did I know he had renounced his 'bension'?
Why didn't you tell me ?" "I didn't know it myself.

I only knew that he had none, and I didn't ask, for I had a notion that it might be a painful subject." Fulkerson tried to turn it off lightly.