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"Some one must've tipped that crook off. Anyway, I ain't goin' to wait no longer." "I wouldn't neither," agreed the uniformed member. "Say, who's yer friend yeh was talkin' tuh, 'while ago?" "Oh, a frien' of mine. Yeh didn't have no call to git excited then, Jim. G'night." And Hickey proceeded westward, a listless and preoccupied man by the vacant eye of him.
"Awrh, I ain't 'fraid of him!" spluttered Pete. "Neither am I. Get out, won't you, and leave him to me." "Aw'right." Pete became more calm. "I'll leave him 'lone, but all the same I wan' it 'stinctly un'erstood I kin lick any man in town 'ceptin' m' wife. G'night, everybody." He gathered himself together and by a supreme effort lunged through the door and into the deepening dusk. "Well, Roly?"
Ablert and Sadie, ahead of them, called "good-night" from a corner, before turning down the side street where Sadie lived; and then, presently, Ramsey and Milla were at the latter's gate. He went in with her, halting at the front steps. "Well, g'night, Milla," he said. "Want to go out walking to-morrow night? Albert and Sadie are." "I can't to-morrow night," she told him with obvious regret.
"Oh, sit down," coaxed Feuerstein, taking him by the arm. "It's early yet." Dippel shook him off with much dignity. "Don' touch me!" he growled. "I know what I'm 'bout. I'm goin' home." Then to himself, but aloud: "Dippy, you're too full f'r utterance you mus' shake this beat." Again to Feuerstein: "G'night, Mr. Funkelshine g'night. Sit there till I'm gone."
He swerved and lurched toward the door. "Thanks, doc, 'nd g'night," he mumbled, and incontinently collided with Roland Barnette.
"F'r brox brickybac!" insinuated Cassidy. "Thanks!" said Bean, accepting the tool. "We kem frum th' sem county, Mayo, him an' me," volunteered Cassidy. "G'night!" Once more Bean faced the crate. It must be done at once. Discovery was too probable. Gingerly he forced the blade under one of the boards and pried. The nails screeched horribly as they were withdrawn.
Where do you expect to go at this hour of night?" "I am not afraid of the night. To-morrow I shall send over from the village for my trunks." She paused near the door and then came back to Cecil's side. "Good-bye, Cecil. I'll write. Good-bye." He looked up with a hazy smile. "G'night," he muttered thickly.
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