“It won’t do,” said he. “I know you be name, Mr. Harman; you’re in with Clancy and that crowd, and my boat’s too rough for the likes of you.”
“You needn’t fear about that,” said Harman. “I’ve done with Clancy. What I’ve got to do is get out of Frisco and get out quick. The cops are after me; there you have it. I’ve got to get out of here before night—do you take me—and I’m so pressed to get out sudden I’ll take your word for ten dollars a month without any signin’.”
Ginnell’s brow cleared.
“What are you havin’?” said he.
“I’ll take a drink of whisky,” replied Harman.
The bargain was concluded.
“And how,” said Ginnell, “what about the other chap?”
Harman wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I’ve made an arrangement with a chap to meet me here,” said he. “He’ll be in in a minute.”