"Yes, miss. If they'll only hould their hands till Thursday. Not that I mind tacklin' them alone, but if there's any shootin' to be done, I'd sooner the master was on the primises."
"Oh, but—you won't shoot them!"
"Shoot them, miss! Faith, if I catch them at their games, I'll shoot them first and bile them afther. Today's Monday—are you sure it was Thursday she said, miss?"
"Yes."
Moriarty ruminated.
"Black Larry, you said it was, miss, that was comin'?"
"Yes."
"Then he's sure to come single-handed. He always does his jobs alone, and he's never been cotched yet."
"Is he a dangerous man?"