His face was flushed.
"If I had Morris here," he threatened, "I'd show him a few things, the
pup!" Then suddenly he stopped his tramping and faced his friend. "But
now that it is as it is," he demanded, "what are we going to do about
it?"
"There are quite a number of very sensible things for us to do,"
replied Ashton-Kirk, good-humoredly. "And the first of them is to keep
our tempers--the second to keep cool."
"All right," sulked Pendleton. "I know well enough that I need to do
both. But what next?"
"Is your car still outside?"
"Yes."
"Good. We'll have a little use for it to-day, if you're not otherwise
engaged."
"Kirk," said Pendleton, earnestly, "until this matter is settled,
don't hesitate to command me. I know that I'm not generally credited
with much serious purpose; but even the lightweight feels
things--sometimes."
Within half an hour, Ashton-Kirk, in a perfectly fitting, carefully
pressed suit of gray, tan shoes and a light colored knock-about cap,
led the way down to the car. As they got in, he said:
"We'd better go to Bernstine's first. It's the nearest and on our way
to the station."
A twenty minute's run through a baffling maze of vehicles brought them
to the curb before a store with a very conspicuous modern front of
plate glass and metal.
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