"Leave my house—at once!" commanded Aunt Caroline.
He glanced up with a confident grin.
"Y' don't think I'm goin' out th' way I am?" he inquired. "I got chucked outa this house once; I'm goin' when I get ready now."
Aunt Caroline turned to her nephew.
"William, I want this person out of the house—immediately."
"Beat it, Kid," said Bill tersely.
Kid Whaley regarded his patron with faint surprise.
"What's th' idea?" he asked. "Y' gimme th' run o' th' place. Y' gimme th' keys. Now y' want t' gimme th' bum's rush."
Bill Marshall was suddenly sick of the whole affair. He had no pride in his exploit. He was even acquiring a dislike for Antonio Valentino. And all this revulsion was quite apart from his fear of consequences at the hands of Aunt Caroline. He wanted to be rid of the whole business; he wanted a chance to go up-stairs and explain things to Mary Wayne.
"Beat it—the way you are," he ordered. "Go on, Kid."