They elected you by a close shave, and expected you'd come in.

I yelled all over the place for you, and couldn't find you.

So they thought you'd skulked, and were nearly going to take Culver after all, when I promised to find you, and bring you.

They're waiting for you now." "Awfully sorry, Braider," said Dick, in an embarrassed way.

"I can't come." "Can't come, you ass! What do you mean ?" This was just what Dick wanted.