Somebody shouted a few words of a
popular song. Steve sprang to his feet.
"I'll fix that guy," he said. But the singing ceased, and he sat down
again.
Kirk got up and began to walk quickly up and down. Steve watched him
furtively.
"You want to take your mind off it," he said. "You'll be all in if you
keep on worrying about it in that way."
Kirk stopped in his stride.
"That's what the doctor said," he snapped savagely. "What do you two
fools think I'm made of?" He recovered himself quickly, ashamed of the
outburst. "I'm sorry, Steve. Don't mind anything I say. It's awfully
good of you to have come here, and I'm not going to forget it."
Steve scratched his chin reflectively.
"Say, I'll tell you something," he said. "My mother told me once that
when I was born my old dad took it just like you. Found he was getting
all worked up by having to hang around and do nothing, so he says to
himself: 'I've got to take my mind off this business, or it's me for
the foolish-house.'
"Well, sir, there was a big guy down on that street who'd been picking
on dad good and hard for a mighty long while. And this guy suddenly
comes into dad's mind. He felt of his muscle, dad did. 'Gee!' he says
to himself, 'I believe the way I'm feeling, I could just go and eat up
that gink right away.' And the more he thought of it, the better it
looked to him, so all of a sudden he grabs his hat and beats it like a
streak down to the saloon on the corner, where he knew the feller would
be at that time, and he goes straight up to him and hands him one.
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