Part 36 (2/2)
”Hardwick knows,” he replied, shortly.
”I know that,” replied Ferris. ”And I know something about this new deal, too.”
”Wot do yer know?”
”Never mind. I know.”
”Dat's all put on, Ferris; yer don't know a t'ing, see?” cried Macklin, with a laugh that sounded more like a croak.
d.i.c.k Ferris colored slightly.
”Hardwick said there was something new on,” he explained, lamely.
”Yes, but he didn't tell yer wot it was.”
Ferris arose, thinking that further attempts at pumping would be useless.
”Say, don't be in no hurry,” went on Macklin. ”Sit down an' git warmed up.”
”I ain't cold.”
Ferris started for the door, but the man pulled him back.
”How did yer make out wid Hardwick on dat last deal?” he asked.
”All right,” responded the tall boy, hurriedly.
”Wot do you call all right?”
”That's my affair, Tommy.”
”Don't git on yer high horse, Ferris.”
”I can keep as mum as you can, Tommy, and don't you forget it.”
”Did he give you more dan a hundred?”
”Is that what you got out of it?”
”Naw! I didn't git half o' dat.”
”Hardwick is a close one.”
”Dat's so. But some day he'll have ter pony up, yer see if he don't.”
”I suppose it will be you who will squeeze him,” said Ferris, with another laugh.
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