“I’ll bet he’s crooked. Well?”
“Well, I can’t tell you much, ’cause he tells me not to spill it. But Falcon the Flunky’s an educated guy, and—and he’s there, that’s all. Believe me, kiddo, that guy’s a go-getter!”
“You talk like a man up a tree! I thought ye had somethin’ to tell me. Just trying to horn in as usual?”
“There’s lots to tell, but I dassent spill it. No foolin’! And lissen: It’s got lots to do with you an’ me, kiddo.”
“I don’t know where I come in.”
“Why, this plug’s me pal—see? An’ you’re me little gypo queen that I rambled acrost four States to see again.”
“Is that so?”
“Sure. An’ one o’ these days you’ll say: ‘Gee! I never savvied that guy was the reg’lar feller he is. Say, I was rubber from the chin up when I slipped that Jasper them unkind words!’ No foolin’! You wait an’ see! Later on everything’ll be jake, and there’ll be some eye openin’ in this shanty camp. No foolin’! Gettin’ sleepy, honey?”
“Oh, no—not a-tall.”
“I guess you are. Well, I’ll beat it. Any chance fer a little kiss? Then I’ll go.”