And this is what they call a civilized town?
Great guns, they need martial law and a thousand policemen to the block to keep a gent's life and pocketbook safe in this town! First gent we meet tries to bump us off or get our wad.

Don't look like we're going to have much luck, Ronicky." "We saved our hides, I guess." "That's about all." "And we learned something." "Sure." "Then I figure it was a pretty good night.
"Another thing, Bill.

I got an idea from that taxi gent.

I figure that whole gang of taxi men are pretty sharp in the eye.

What I mean is that we can tramp up and down along this here East River, and now and then we'll talk to some taxi men that do most of their work from stands in them parts of the town.