But Waxey and Lew had been too much for him. He only managed to get away by the skin of his teeth and not before Lew bad nearly brained him with his rubber club.
I listened grimly to all this. “I’ll settle that heel,” I said. “He’s nor going to knock you around and get away with it.”
“Better be careful,” Whisky said mournfully, “he’s a mighty big guy.”
“I’ll be careful,” I said. “If I get a chance to slug him when he’s not looking, I’ll take the chance.”
As the cab slowed down, Whisky said, “Well, here we are.”
“Yeah,” I said, getting out and paying the driver. He didn’t look at me when he took the money, but he eyed Whisky suspiciously, then he drove away fast. “I don’t think that guy liked us,” I said. “Now, listen. We’ll get nowhere if they see you, Whisky. You watch the building. If I don’t come out in half an hour, you’d better get the cops.”
“No good doing that, unless the two girls are there,” Whisky said. “If the cops get Myra and not the other one what sort of jam will we be in?”
“You’ve got something there,” I said, “but, what if something happens to me? What’ll you do?”
“I’ll send you a wreath,” Whisky returned. “What else can I do?”
“Never mind about the wreath,” I returned sharply. “You better come in. after me if I’m longer than a half an hour.”