"D'ye know why, Fred, my boy?
Because I done my stretch for the trick, and there ain't nuthin' more comin' to me on that score.

If _you're_ 'fraid, jest go an' do yer stretch, like I did, an' then ye won't care who hears or knows!" Tip laughed cunningly.

Fred's face darkened.

He squirmed, yet found himself afraid to show anger.
"So I dropped ye that note, tellin' ye to come here at three this aft'noon," Scammon continued.

"I told ye I hoped ye'd find it convenient to come, an' hinted that if ye didn't, ye might wish later, that ye had." "I'm here," retorted the Ripley heir.