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"Mickey, I do see," cried Douglas. "What you tell me will be invaluable to
me. You know I am from another land so I have personal ways of thinking
and the men I'm accustomed to are different. What I have been centring on
is myself, and what I can do."
"Won't work here! What you got to get a bead on here is the _other
fellow_, and how to _do_ him. See?"
"Take these books and fly," said Douglas. "I've spent one of the most
profitable hours of my life, but concretely it is an hour, and we're going
to the Country Club to-night and may stay as long as we choose and we're
going to have a grand time. You like going to the country, don't you?"
"Ain't words for telling," said Mickey, gathering his armload of books and
racing down the hall.
When the day's work was finished, with a load of books to deliver before
an office closed, they started on the run to the club house. Bruce waited
in the car while Mickey sped in with the books, and returning, to save
opening the door and crossing before the man he was fast beginning to
idolize, Mickey took one of his swift cuts across the back end of the car.
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