And I insist that you come and see me, that things remain on the old footing." He shook his head.
"Hello!" Dave Harney touched his cap and slowed down loose-jointedly.
"Sorry you didn't take my tip?
Dogs gone up a dollar a pound since yesterday, and still a-whoopin'.

Good-afternoon, Miss Frona, and Mr.
Corliss.

Goin' my way ?" "Miss Welse is." Corliss touched the visor of his cap and half-turned on his heel.
"Where're you off to ?" Dave demanded.
"Got an appointment," he lied.
"Remember," Frona called to him, "you must come and see me." "Too busy, I'm afraid, just now.

Good-by.

So long, Dave." "Jemimy!" Dave remarked, staring after him; "but he's a hustler.