"Not  on  your  life,"  I  replied  suspiciously  and  resentfully,
"not  to  the  Globe,  anyhow.    If  you  want  to  bring  him  down


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to  the  Republic,  all  right;  we'll  have  them  make  pictures  and
you  can  have  one. ' '

"But  why  not  the  Globe?"  he  went  on.  "Wood  and  Mc-
Cord  are  your  friends  more'n  they  are  mine.  Think  of  the
difference  in  the  distance.  We  want  to  save  time,  don't  we?
Here  it  is  nearly  siK-thirty,  and  by  the  time  we  get  down  there
and  have  a  picture  taken  and  I  get  back  to  the  office  it'll
be  half  past  seven  or  eight.  It 's  all  right  for  you,  I  suppose,
because  you  can  write  faster,  but  look  at  me.  I  'd  just  as  lief
go  down  there  as  not,  but  what's  the  difference?  Besides,  the
Globe's  got  a  much  better  plant,  and  you  know  it.  Either
Wood  or  McCord'U  make  a  fine  picture,  and  when  we  explain
to  'em  how  it  is  you'll  be  sure  to  get  one,  the  same  as  us —
just  the  same  picture.    Ain't  that  all  right?"

"No  it's  not,"  I  replied  truculently,  "and  I  won't  do  it,
that's  aU.  It's  all  right  about  Dick  and  Peter — I  know  what
they'll  do  for  me  if  the  paper  will  let  them,  but  I  know  the
paper  won't  let  them,  and  besides,  you're  not  going  to  be  able
to  claim  in  the  morning  that  this  man  was  brought  to  the
Globe  first.  I  know  you.  Don 't  begin  to  try  to  put  anything
over  .on  me,  because  I  won 't  stand  for  it,  see  ?  And  if  these
people  do  it  anyhow  I'll  make  a  kick  at  headquarters,  that's
aU."

For  a  moment  he  appeared  to  be  quieted  by  this  and  to
decide  to  abandon  his  project,  but  later  he  took  it  up  again,
seemingly  in  the  most  conciliatory  spirit  in  the  world.  At
the  same  time,  and  from  now  on,  he  kept  boring  me  with
his  eyes,  a -thing  which  I  had  never  known  him  to  do  before.
