"Who you?"
"He's a breed," Bob whispered in Jack's ear.
"What you want in night here?" Lucky snapped the question in a tone they had never before heard him use.
"You name Lareux?" the man asked ignoring Lucky's question.
"Non."
"What ees eet?"
"Hogan, Lucky Hogan."
"Dat sound Irish. You Irish? You no talk Irish."
"No Irish. Me Injun."
"Your name Irish, you talk lik' breed an' say you Injun. Eet too mooch. You step out here whar I geet good look. You try funny beesness an' my man heem shoot."