"Say,
this is outa sight; it is, for a fact; a picnic--ah, sure--and we'll
meet Selina at the station."
Just as the boat was passing Goat Island, the harness-maker proposed
that the men of the party should go down to the bar on the lower deck
and shake for the drinks. The idea had an immediate success.
"Have to see you on that," said Ryer.
"By damn, we'll have a drink! Yes, sir, we will, for a fact."
"Sure, sure, drinks, that's the word."
At the bar Heise and Ryer ordered cocktails, Marcus called for a "creme
Yvette" in order to astonish the others. The dentist spoke for a glass
of beer.
"Say, look here," suddenly exclaimed Heise as they took their glasses.
"Look here, you fellahs," he had turned to Marcus and the dentist. "You
two fellahs have had a grouch at each other for the last year or so; now
what's the matter with your shaking hands and calling quits?"
McTeague was at once overcome with a great feeling of magnanimity. He
put out his great hand.
"I got nothing against Marcus," he growled.
"Well, I don't care if I shake," admitted Marcus, a little shamefacedly,
as their palms touched. "I guess that's all right."
"That's the idea," exclaimed Heise, delighted at his success.
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