'N' say, Bud, d' game's all balled up; d' push is all up in d'
air. 'N' say, O'Rourke's crazy an' can't do nothin', so he sent me t'
fetch ye. You're d' only one as can fix d' police, so come on right now
before d' whole show's busted up." During this breathless speech the
narrowed eyes of M'Ginnis never left Ravenslee's pale, placid face, and
in the persistence of this ferocious glare was something animal-like.
"Say, you--Mr. Butt-in!" said he, "I ain't through wid you--not by a
whole lot I ain't. Oh, I'll get ye yet, an' I'll get ye good! There
won't be nothin' left for nobody else when I'm through wid you. Savvy
this--there ain't nobody ever goin' t' queer me with Hermy Chesterton.
Oh, I'll get ye good, an' I'll get ye--soon!"
So saying, Bud M'Ginnis turned, and went slowly and unwillingly down the
stair.
"Gee, but I'm glad he's gone!" said Spike, as he closed the door. "Gee,
but I'm--glad!" and he drew a deep breath.
"So am I!" said Ravenslee, sinking into the armchair, "but there's
always to-morrow, isn't there?"
But instead of replying, Spike stood to stare on Ravenslee with eyes of
admiring awe.
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