"Is that all? Hermy don't have t' know nothin' about it. This is a swell chance for ye, Kid, the best you'll ever get, so just skin over t'night an' don't say nothin' t' nobody."
"I—can't, Bud—that's sure."
"Goin' t' give me d' throw-down, are ye?"
"I don't mean it that ways, Bud, but I can't break my promise t' Hermy—"
"She'd never know."
"She'd find out some ways; she always does, and I can't lie t' her."
"So you won't come, hey? We ain't classy enough for ye these days, hey? I guess goin' to an office every day is one thing an' crackin' a millionaire's crib's another."
"Cheese it, Bud, cheese it!" gasped Spike, pale and trembling.
"Right-o, Kid!" nodded M'Ginnis, "but I've been wantin' t' know how ye made your get-away that night."
"Oh, quit—quit talkin' of it!" Spike panted. "I—I want t' forget all about it. I been tryin' t' think it never happened."