"I want it--see?"
"But say--" whimpered Larry, "what'll Bud say--"
"Nothin'! Bud ain't goin' t' know. You take this instead--take it!" And
Soapy thrust another folded paper into the boy's limp hand, who took it
whimpering.
"Bud tol' me t' bring it back."
"Well, you tell him you lost it."
"Not much--I'll skin right back an' tell him you pinched it."
"You won't, my sport, you won't!" said Soapy, and speaking, moved
suddenly; and the boy, uttering a gasp of terror, shrank cowering with
the muzzle of Soapy's deadly weapon against the pit of his stomach. "You
ain't goin' t' say a word t' Bud nor nobody else, are ye, Larry boy, are
ye?"
"No--no--"
"Because if ye ever did, old sport, I should give it ye there--right
there in the tum-tum, see? Now chase off, an' see ye get them addresses
right. S'long, Larry boy, be good now!" When the boy had scudded away,
Soapy opened the paper and scanned the words of M'Ginnis's telegram and,
being alone, smiled as he glanced through it.
"You got th' Kid, Bud," he murmured, "you got th' Kid--but if th' Kid
gets the guy Geoff, why--I've sure got you, Bud--got ye sure as hell,
Bud!"
CHAPTER XXXII
OF HARMONY AND DISCORD
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