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Updated: June 25, 2025
If what I tell you ain't satisfying, suppose you slip over a moniker to suit yourself and go away!" "Oh! Suppose then," said I, without taking my eyes from his, "suppose, then, that I chose to call you Slippy McGee?" I am sure that only his bodily weakness kept him from flying at my throat. As it was, his long arms with the hands upon them outstretched like a beast's claws, shot out ferociously.
"If John Flint's not fancy enough for you," he suggested truculently, "suppose you call me Percy? Some peach of a moniker, Percy, ain't it?" "Percy?" "Sure, Percy," he grinned impudently. "But if you got a grouch against Percy, can it, and make me Algy. I don't mind. It's not me beefing about monikers; it's you."
"Anyway, I'll take a chance. What's your moniker?" "Guy the Blinker," returned Morrow promptly. "Guess you've heard of me, all right. I pulled off but I haven't got time to chin now. I got to find this boy if I want to keep in with Pad, and there's coin in it." "Sure there is," the bartender affirmed. "But he's a queer one the big guy, as you call him. What's his game?
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