"You think there's real danger, then?" enquired Ravenslee, staring up at the fly-blown text with shining eyes.
"As real as—death, bo!"
"Not so long ago I regarded Death as my best friend—"
"How much?" demanded the Spider, suspending mastication.
"Nothing, Spider, a mere passing thought."
"Well, I'm tellin' ye they'll get ye sure—it'll be th' water or a forty-four bullet, or a blackjack or a knife—but you'll get it one way or another!"
"Sounds cheering!"
"An' it ain't over-pleasant t' be sandbagged."
"No, Spider."
"Nor t' feel a lead pipe wrapped round th' back o' y'r bean."