“Best thing I’ve heard since Hector was a pup!” ejaculated Jinks.
“That’ll put a spoke in their wheel all right,” gloated Hicksley.
“Won’t they feel sore?”
“They’ll be frothing at the mouth.”
“We’ll have to be hiding somewhere near by where we can see the whole thing,” said Bronson.
“I wouldn’t miss it for a hundred dollars,” chuckled Jinks.
“They’ll sing small for a long time after that,” grinned Hicksley. “But now if you think the plan is all right, we’ll have to figure out just how to go about it. It’ll be a lot of hard work, and I don’t want to do it myself. I don’t suppose you fellows want to muss yourselves up either.”
“I’ll tell you what!” exclaimed Bronson. “Do you know who Dago Joe is?”
“He’s that Italian fellow down town who goes about doing odd jobs, isn’t he?” queried Hicksley.
“That’s the one,” Bronson assented.