And the champagne--forty pints, you say?
He ought to get twenty dollars a pint for that.

Figure it yourself.

I hope," he added seriously, "the fellow wasn't too scared to show up again." "Well," Casey said grimly, "I dunno how scart he is--but he knows darn' well I'll kill 'im.

I told im I would." Again Mack Nolan laughed.

"Catching's much better than killing, Ryan.
It hurts a man worse, and it lasts a heap longer.