"Because I'm not a fool."
"Bo, I ain't s' sure o' that! O'Rourke's'll be full o' tough guys
t'night; all th' bunch'll be there, an' if Bud tips 'em th' say-so,
they'll snuff your light out quicker 'n winkin'."
"That wouldn't be such a hardship."
"Oh, so that's it, hey? You got a kiss-me-an'-let-me-die sort o'
feelin', hey? Some nice bit o' stuff been turnin' ye down, bo?"
"That'll be about enough!" said Ravenslee, quick and fierce; and,
meeting the flash of his eye, the Spider edged away again.
"Sufferin' Mike!" said he, "you sure ain't doin' the affable chat stunt
t'night!"
But Ravenslee strode along in silence, and the Spider, heeding the pale,
set ferocity of his expression, grew troubled.
"Say," said he at last, "this don't happen t' be th' night as you've
fixed up t' smash th' gang, does it?"
"No--only M'Ginnis."
"S'posin' he ain't at O'Rourke's?"
"He'll be somewhere else."
"Bo, if I was your ma, I should be prayin' you don't find Bud, yes, sir!
An' I should pray--dam' hard!"
By this time they had reached Eleventh Avenue and were close upon the
saloon when Ravenslee halted suddenly, for, beneath a lamp on the
opposite sidewalk, he saw M'Ginnis in talk with two other men.
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