“I wouldn’t say that.... If I could ever git on the track you were on I bet ye I wouldn’t lose out.”
“You cant tell Joe, funny things get into a man.”
“There’s women and that sort of stuff.”
“No I dont mean that.... You get kinder disgusted.”
“But hell I dont see how a guy with enough jack can git disgusted.”
“Then maybe it was booze, I dont know.”
They sat silent a minute. The afternoon was flushing with sunset. The cigarsmoke was blue and crinkly about their heads.
“Look at the swell dame.... Look at the way she walks. Aint she a peacherino? That’s the way I like ’em, all slick an frilly with their lips made up.... Takes jack to go round with dames like that.”
“They’re no different from anybody else, Joe.”
“The hell you say.”