"No more than you are one of these dirty gang loafers you hear about around O'Rourke's—and that's why you're going to help me root 'em out."
"Sufferin' Pete!" sighed the Spider, "here I keep tellin' you I ain't on in this act, an' here you keep on ringin' me in frequent all the same."
"Because you are a man, Spider Connolly, and white all through, and because to smash up this gang is going to be man's work."
"Well, it sure ain't no job for Sophy the Satin-skinned Show-girl—nor yet for two nice, quiet little fellers like you an' me."
"We shan't be quite alone, Spider."
"That's some comfortin', anyway!"
"There will be Joe Madden, for one."
"Joe Mad—" The Spider very nearly bolted his wad of chewing gum, then he rose and stood staring at Ravenslee, very round of eye. "So you know Joe Madden, the best all-round champion that ever happened, eh?"
"I box with him every day."
"Hully Chee!" exclaimed the Spider, and chewed fervently in silent astonishment. Suddenly he lifted his head and stood as one that hearkens to distant sounds, and crossing stealthily to the window, climbed out.