"I guess you give Bud all he needs for the present," said Spider grimly, "anyway, I'm goin' t' see. The Kid ain't hurt none. Get him home t' bed, an' he'll be all right s'long, long, Geoff."
"Good night, Spider, and—thank you. Oh, by the way, who's Heine?"
"Heine's a Deutscher, Geoff. Heine's about as clean as dirt an' as straight as a corkscrew; why, he'd shoot his own mother if y' paid him, like he did—but say, what d' you know about him, anyway?"
"Well, for one thing, I know he's been arrested in Jersey City—"
"Heine? Pinched? Say, bo, what yer givin' us—who says so?"
"Bud, and—"
But the Spider, waiting for no more, had turned about and was running back across the open lot.