"Here is a package of five and ten dollar bills."
"That's it. And the watch?"
"Safe."
"Then we had better make tracks."
"Ram his head against the wall first. We don't want him to give the alarm too soon."
Andy Cross understood what Huskin meant, and between them the sharpers raised the boy's body up and threw him with great violence against the hard wall close at hand.
The shock landed mainly upon Robert's head, as was intended, and with a groan, the youth sank down in a heap unconscious.
"I guess he's done for," said Cross.
"He is for a while, anyway," responded Huskin. "Come, the sooner we get out of this neighborhood the better off we will be."
Running to the doorway of the tenement, both sharpers peered forth.