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"However, you needn't feel it necessary to apologize. What are you doing with 'the other crowd'?" "I'm secretary of the central committee," Dresser replied, with some importance. "Oh, that's it!" Sommers exclaimed. "It's better than being a boot-licker to the rich." "Like the doctors? Well, we won't quarrel. I suppose you mean to give 'us' a hard time of it?
"There won't be a train running on the Northwestern to-morrow. I've seen the orders." "Well, I shall foot it home, then." They shook hands, and Dresser hurried on after his friends. Sommers retraced his steps toward the station. Dresser's vulgar and silly phrase, "boot-licker to the rich," turned up oddly in his memory. It annoyed him.
"It isn't fair or decent that a newspaper can hold a man up as a boot-licker and toady, if he isn't one, and yet not be held responsible for it." "Well, dearest, I didn't make the libel laws. They're hard enough as it is." His thought turned momentarily to Ely Ives, the journalistic sandbag, and he felt a momentary qualm. "I don't pretend to like everything about my job.
Every man who sought to change his place, to get out of the ranks, was in a way a "boot-licker to the rich." He recalled that he was on his way to the rich now, with a subconscious purpose in his mind of joining them if he could. Miss Hitchcock's wealth would not be enormous, and it would be easy enough to show that he was not "boot-licker to the rich."
I cursed myself for a stupid fool not to have known Cockney was the spy. I should have known. He was that sort, a bully and a boot-licker by turns. In the foc'sle he was more violent than any other in his denunciation of the buckos; on deck he cringed before them. He had always fawned upon Newman, but I suspected he hated my friend, because of what happened in the Knitting Swede's.
"Sacre!" he burst forth, yet careful to keep his voice pitched to my ears alone, "you think me a plaything, but you shall learn yet that I have claws. Bah! do you imagine I fear the coxcomb ahead?" "To whom do you refer, Monsieur?" "Such innocence! to that boot-licker of La Salle's to whom you give your smiles, and pretty words." "Rene de Artigny!" I exclaimed pleasantly, and then laughed.
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