“Likely he had some in his pocket.”
“Or else he smokes cigars.”
“Any way he wouldn’t give me one. I asked him would he go to Tony Pastor’s wid me, and he said he had an engagement.”
“I say, Mike, he looks down on the likes of us. What shall we do about it?”
“Lick him,” said Mike sententiously.
“We’ll give him a warnin’ to go somewhere else and not cut into our trade.”
“I’m with you, Patsy.”
“When will we do it?”
“Now.”
“Come on, then.”