"Look here, you fellows," cried Ballard, "if I don't get this out of my system I'm going to explode. It will only take a minute or two, and-"
"Go on and explode," cut in Clancy unfeelingly. "Can't you see that Chip and I are busy?"
"But this dream was a corker, Red, and I-"
"For the love of Mike, Pink, I wish you'd cork. Wait till the work out there is wound up and then you can-wow! How was that for a tackle, Chip?"