"Nix on that! What do you take me for--a fool?
You beat it out of here and round him up--eh--while I suck my thumbs?
Say, forget it! Do you think I'm doing this because I love you?
Why, blame you, you've been aching for a year to put the bracelets on me yourself! Say, wake up! I'm in on this myself." Again that silence.

Then Lannigan spoke slowly, in a puzzled way.
"I don't get you, Whitey," he said.

"What do you mean ?" Then, a little sharply: "You're quite right; you've got some reputation yourself, and you're badly 'wanted' if we could get the 'goods' on you.

If you're trying to plant something, look out for yourself, or--" "Can that!" snapped Whitey Mack threateningly.

"Can that sort of spiel right now--or quit! I ain't telling you his name--yet.