"He'd tell a lot to get it all," he decided.

"He'd tell so much he'd make up about four thirds of it.

I guess those birds ain't taking greasers like him into their secrets, and he's spilled all he knows when he spilled the fellow's name.

Four bits more will do him fine." Wealth, you will observe, was inclining Johnny toward parsimoniousness.
He got the water from the hopeful Mexican, gave him the half dollar and brief thanks, filled the radiator, and waited for Cliff.

And in a very few minutes Cliff came out, walking as though he were in a hurry.