Drag him away and hold him for three hours--two--one.

Give me a chance to slip him; that's all.

Can you do it?
I'll pay you a hundred for the job." "It's worth two hundred, Mr.Mershone.It isn't safe to fool with Fogerty." "I'll make it two hundred." "Then rest easy," said the man.

"I know the guy, and how to handle him.
You just watch him like he's watching you, Mr.Mershone, and if anything happens you skip as lively as a flea.

I can use that two hundred in my business." Then the fellow passed on, and Fogerty was still so far distant up the street that neither of them could see the amused smile upon his thin face..