“What’s the matter with him?” he growled. “He acts as if we had time to burn. If we’re going back there, the sooner we go the better it will be.”
Still his companion delayed about reappearing, and finally Bill rose to his feet in a huff.
“Let him go!” he growled. “I’ll go back alone! I’ll get the whole of it!”
But as he started toward the door the other man reappeared.
“Well, where yer been?” Bill angrily demanded. “Did yer think we had a month to do this little trick in?”
“Oh. that’s all right, Bill,” was the husky reply. “I ran into Sheeny Joe out here and had hard work to shake him.”
“Well, come, Sam; if yer going to stick by me through this thing, let’s get a move on!”
Together they left the saloon and turned their steps toward the house on Euclid Avenue.
As they reached the steps of the house Sam huskily whispered:
“Mebbe we can’t git in, pal.”