"What a mind-reader!"
"Cut it, kid!" Mike's tone was tense with earnestness. "That guy you been travelin' with is either dead or a cripple. Sposin' you pal up with me. Tell me yer will, kid, and we'll hop it together, now."
"How about the rest of the gang?"
"What about 'em. I ain't a regular--just horned in on this deal to make a coupla grand extra."
"But I'm expensive--" she laughed.
"I'll say you are! What of it? I make good money. I'm no lousy crook. I've got a real profession."
"What is it?"
"I'm a wrestler, kid, and I ain't no slouch at it, either."
For a moment Dorothy paled. For some reason she seemed taken aback.
"What's the matter?" he asked.