I give her a waist hold wot almost took her off her pins. “Dis guy hez got us uptown here an' if yer ain't careful he'll switch an' drop us in an ice wagon an' give us er freeze out. So keep dat kisser uv yours barricaded an' consider yerself stuffed 'til yer git back.”
Just den de bloke we wuz wid handed me er segar dat wuz er beaut. It must hev cost ten cents, enny-how.
Den Slats opened up ag'in.
“Say, Willie,” she sez, “yer ain't got er cigaret, hev yer?”
“Sure,” sez he, an' he hands her er box uv 'em.
Well, she copped de whole bunch an handed him back de empty box.
De bloke looked at me an' I looked at Slats an' she looked at de cigaret's. Wot do yer t'ink uv dat fer gall?
W'en I got er chance I whispered:
“Say, w'ere's de bloke's cigaret's?”
“Wot bloke's cigaret's?” she sez.