No game of polo could match suspense like this.

Besides, he would be foolish to go before he was sure.
The walls were gaping with cracks that carried the sounds, and now he heard a sibilant whisper with a perfect clearness.
"This is the room." There was a click as the lock was tried.
"Locked, damn it!" "Shut up, Butch.

Jerry, have you got a bar, or anything?
We'll pry it down and break in on him before he can get in action." "You're a fool, McNamara.

That feller don't take a wink to get into action.

Sure he didn't hear you when you hollered out the window?
That was a fool move, Wood." "I don't think he heard.