Charlie Jingle, laughing, with a flourish, produced a ticket from his shirt pocket.
Tanker Bell stared at it, goggle-eyed.
What would Charlie Jingle do with the money from the proceeds?
"Ruin Pugs, Inc.," said Charlie Jingle. "Me and a California Rabbit are goin' into business together. Ruinin' Pugs, Inc."
"Psychology," growled the Tanker. "The bum used his goddam psychology on me."
What was Tanker Bell referring to?
"Leave him alone," said Charlie Jingle, putting his arm around Tanker's shoulders. "Can't you see he's punch-happy?"