Horser turned to Mr.Sabin, and the veins on his forehead stood out like whipcord.
"I know when I'm beaten," he said.

"Keep your report, and be damned to you.

But remember that you and I have a score to settle, and you can ask those who know me how often Dick Horser comes out underneath in the long run." He followed the others.

Mr.Sabin sat down in his easy-chair with a quiet smile upon his lips.

Once more he glanced through the brief report.