'Then you'll look after this affair for me? said Beatrice, with a return to the tone of strict business. 'Without loss of time. You shall be advised of progress. Of course I must debit you with exes. 'All right. Mind you charge for all the penny stamps. 'Every one don't you forget it. He stood up, tilted forward on his toes, and stretched himself. 'I'll be trotting homewards.

I see a chance to horn in on a prospect that's sure to pay exes and maybe pan out a pile, but I need a good man of your profession in with me. How about you?" "I'd jump into anything clean," asserted Barry promptly. "But what's the golden hoodle?" "A brigantine and sealed orders," grinned Little, with an air of mock mystery. "Are you a sure-enough skipper, though?" Barry nodded, then turned.

He is a warm 'un; he is just about as 'ot as they make 'em." "What I can't make out," said Journeyman, "is why he bets on the course. You say he don't know nothing about horses. Why don't he remain at 'ome and save the exes?" "I've thought of all that," said William, "and can't make no more out of it than you can yerselves.

So I did the Prodigal Son dodge, as you know, and out of the proceeds sent you my year's exes in that cheque you with your damnable pride sent me back again. And now, old fellow, that I have you face to face at last, can you offer the faintest scintilla of a shadow of a reason for refusing to take that cheque? No, you can't! Nothing but simple beastly stuckuppishness.

"Why, fifty gulden is But what for, son? Why the financial statement?" "Want to start right, that's all. You've paid for everything so far, Little, and I'm busted clean. Keeping tally, that's all." "Forget it," smiled Little. "I've got a note on Houten's bankers in Surabaya for the exes. Pitch that pencil out o' the window before it gives you indigestion.

So I did the Prodigal Son dodge, as you know, and out of the proceeds sent you my year's exes in that cheque you with your damnable pride sent me back again. And now, old fellow, that I have you face to face at last, can you offer the faintest scintilla of a shadow of a reason for refusing to take that cheque? No, you can't! Nothing but simple beastly stuckuppishness.

If the mater will fork out all my exes ... it's an idea," he said lightly, and then without any change of tone, "Naturally, if you're going to idle about here all morning you aren't likely to catch the twelve-five." Matthew got into the cab, while the driver, the stump of a cigar between his exposed teeth, leaned forward and lifted the reins away from the tilted straw hat.