"No danger for me. One of them has a room next to mine at the hotel, and I played billiards with him this afternoon."
"You're a cool one, Jim. Too cool. It will get you into trouble yet."
"Damn your croaking, man. Do you show the white feather now?"
"Not I. I only warned you."
"Well, put a clapper to your jaw, and come along."
Boarding a street car, the men stood on the front platform smoking during the long ride to the terminus of the road.
Leaving the car, they plunged through the darkness over the same path trod by the tramp earlier in the afternoon.
The dark form of the distillery loomed up ahead of them, gloomy and lonesome.
Overhead not a star was to be seen, and save an occasional drunkard staggering home, the two men were alone on the road.
A short distance beyond the distillery the cooper-shop squatted beside the street, and the dim flicker of a candle cast its pitiful light through the dirt-encrusted window.