Keep your change in your fist and keep the fist shut.' "A more'n average rusty peep, with a rubber collar on and no necktie, comes slinkin' over to us.

He had a smile like a crack in a plate.
"'Say, gents,' he says, 'have you made your bets yet?
I've got a dead straight line on the handicap,' says he, 'and I'll put you next for a one spot.

It's a sure t'ing at fifteen to three.

What do you say ?' "I didn't say nuthin'; but that fool dream was rattlin' round in Jonadab's skull like a bean in a blowgun, and he sees a chance for a shot.
"'See here, mister,' he says.

'Can you tell me where to locate Mr.
Kelly ?' "'Who--Pete ?' says the feller.