He clouted me in the face with his fist.
“Shaddap,” he snarled. “I could take you blindfolded.”
“You haven’t the nerve to try, have you?” I said.
“He ain’t going to,” Flaggerty broke in. “We’re not taking chances with a snake like you.”
“See?” I said to Bat. “Even your pal thinks I’m better than you. Hear him?”
Bat breathed heavily.
“You ain’t so good,” he said, struggling with his fury. “I could take you. To hell with that lousy flatfoot. I could take you with a guy hanging on each of my arms.”
“Pipe dreams,” I said, and jerked my head out of the way as he slammed a punch at me. His fist hit the rear window of the car and smashed the glass.
Flaggerty cursed him.
“Cut it out, will you ?” he snarled. “You’re going to plug this rat the way I tell you.”