"Is everybody crazy that needs three hundred dollars?"
"Yes," Adams said. "They are if they ask me for it, when I got to stretch every cent I can lay my hands on to make it look like a dollar!"
"You won't do it?"
Adams burst out at him. "You little fool! If I had three hundred dollars to throw away, besides the pay I expected to give you, haven't you got sense enough to see I could hire a man worth three hundred dollars more to me than you'd be? It's a fine time to ask me for three hundred dollars, isn't it! What for? Rhinestone buckles to throw around on your 'girl friends?' Shame on you! Ask me to bribe you to help yourself and your own family!"
"I'll give you a last chance," Walter said. "Either you do what I want, or I won't do what you want. Don't ask me again after this, because———"
Adams interrupted him fiercely. "'Ask you again!' Don't worry about that, my boy! All I ask you is to get out o' my room."
"Look here," Walter said, quietly; and his lopsided smile distorted his livid cheek. "Look here: I expect you wouldn't give me three hundred dollars to save my life, would you?"
