O’Brien lit his cigar, blew smoke to the ceiling while he eyed Tux thoughtfully. This was the beginning, he thought. Rough stuff again after four years. Well, it couldn’t be helped. He had to keep control of, the situation, and if guys were a nuisance they must expect trouble.
“I’ve decided to get rid of Johnny,” he said, lowering his voice.
Tux was surprised, but he didn’t show it.
“Anything you say, boss.”
“I want him planted where he won’t be found,” O’Brien went on. “He must never be found.”
“I can fix that,” Tux said. “I have a barrel on board that’ll fix him, I’ve plenty of cement, too. He won’t be found.”
O’Brien nodded.
“You mustn’t slip up on this, Tux. I’ll go along and talk to him now. I’ll let you know when to do it.”
“Tonight?” Tux asked, thinking longingly of his much-needed sleep.
“It’ll be tonight. Better get that barrel and the cement ready.”