“What do you mean by the ‘con man?’”
“Ain’t you wise to that? Why, no guy gets a girl unless he cons her into it. I didn’t think you were scant in the top-knot, you don’t look the part.”
“Never mind the ‘scant’ part. Just throw your lamps on me and tell me how you think I would stack up for the place.”
“You are all right for looks, but how about the mazuma?”
“We’ll have the mazuma all right if you will train in my company.”
“That’s all right, Duke, but what about my steady?”
“Why don’t the duffer marry you?”
“He ain’t ready yet, I reckon.”
“Well, that’s where your steady and me differ. I am ready right now. You can put your shoes under my bed and commence P. D. Q. on one condition.”
“What is the condition?”