“Now let me get all this straight,” mused Joshua. “In the first place, how did Slim Wolfgang get track of me again?”
“Dat I can’t say—he wouldn’t spring it.”
“Well, then, how did he get track of you in Louisiana?”
“Dat would be easy, Tony—”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Well, seein’s I’m wot youse might call a prominent character on de road, any ole-time yegg could tell Slim about w’ere to fin’ me. An’ he’d ast dis one an’ dat one as he rambled along, an’ pretty soon he’d meet up wid a yegg who could steer um right to me.”
“Yes, that’s true,” Joshua agreed. “But why does Slim Wolfgang want to keep in touch with me?”
“Didn’t I tell youse he wouldn’t tell me dat? But I’m tellin’ youse he’s gettin’ paid f’r it, Jack; an’ one o’ dese days, he tol’ me, he’s gonta get a big fat roll f’r wot he’s done. Dat’s wot I was supposed to wait for. He’d a beat me outa mine, I’m bettin’!”
“When?”
“I can’t tell youse dat.”