“We beaned him,” said the Butcher morosely.. “He's still asleep.”
“Good!” chuckled the voice. “I'll be up there by and by, and——”
“Tell him to stay where he is, that it will be—safer.” The Hawk clipped off his words.
The Butcher delivered the message, the snarl in his voice entirely to the Hawk's liking.
“What?” questioned the voice. “I didn't get you.”
“Repeat!” whispered the Hawk.
The Butcher repeated.
“O. K.,” came back the answer. “Yes, I guess you're right. So long, Butcher.”
“Say 'good-night,'.rdquo; prompted the Hawk.
“'Night!” growled the Butcher.