"Did he?" said the Deacon, interested. "He didn't to me; he just slung it at me in a lump."
"Did Snaggles plant the slum?"
"Naw," said the Deacon, "the poke was cold and the thimble was a phoney."
"Je's," exclaimed the Kid. "I never got wise! Well, then there was no chance for him to spring us."
"No."
"It's tough to fall for a dead one," mused the Kid.
The other prisoners had been respectfully silent while these two thieves compared notes, but their conversation annoyed Danner. He could not understand what they were saying, and this angered him, and besides, their talking interfered with his entries, for he was excessively stupid.
"They gave me a young mouthpiece," the Kid was beginning, when Danner raised his head and said:
"Now you fellows cut that out, do you hear? I want to get my work done and start."
"I beg your pardon, papa," said the Kid; "we're anxious to start, too. Did you engage a lower berth for me?"