"Two days ago this world
wasn't big enough to hold him and you. Well, I git the drop on
him, and then you begin to cotton up to him right away. Big
dinner last night--champagne corks popping, I hear. What I want
to know is what it means. And here's this Miss Mackenzie. She's
good for a big ransom, but I don't see it ambling our way. It
looks darned funny."
"That's the ticket, York," derided Leroy. "Come again. Turn your
wolf loose."
"Oh! I ain't afraid to say what I think."
"I see you're not. You should try stump-speaking, my friend.
There's a field fox you there."
"I'm asking you a question, Mr. Leroy."
"That's whatever," chipped in Reilly.
"Put a name to it."
"Well, I want to know what's the game, and where we come in."
"Think you're getting the double-cross?" asked Leroy pleasantly,
his vigilant eyes covering them like a weapon.
"Now you're shouting. That's what I'd like right well to know.
There he sits"--with another thumbjerk at Collins--"and I'm a
Chink if he ain't carryin' them same two guns I took offen him,
one on the train and one here the other day. I ain't sayin' it
ain't all right, cap.
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