Come on, th' boys are waitin' for yu." "Keep quiet!" hissed Hopalong.
"What for ?" Asked Pete in surprise.

"Didn't yu say yu shore wanted to see that scrap ?" "Shut yore face an' get scarce, or yu'll go home in cans!" As Hopalong seated himself once more Red strolled up to the door and knocked.

Hopalong ripped it open and Red, looking as fierce and worried as he could, asked Hopalong if he was all right.

Upon being assured by smoking adjectives that he was, the caller looked relieved and turned thoughtfully away.
"Hey, yu! Come here!" called Hopalong.
Red waved his hand and said that he had to meet a man and clattered down the stairs.

Hopalong thought that he, also, had to meet a man and, excusing himself, hastened after his friend and overtook him in the Street, where he forced a confession.