What's the dope ?" Ronicky shrugged the hand away and went on.
"Won't talk, curse him.

That's because the plant went fluey." "Maybe not; Pete don't talk much, except to the old man." "Lemme get at him," said a third voice.

"Beat it down to Rooney's.

I'm going up with Pete and get what he knows." And, as Ronicky turned onto the next flight of the stairway, he was overtaken by hurrying feet.

The other two had already scurried down toward the front door of the house.
"I got some stuff in my room, Pete," said the friendly fellow who had overtaken him.