“So,” said Mr. Brown, cuttingly, and with an infinity of contempt, “it appears that Mr. Harrison Blake is the owner of a white liver.”
“You know that’s a lie!” Blake fiercely retorted. “You know I’ve got as much courage as you and your infernal company put together!”
“Oh, you have, have you? From the way you’re turning tail——”
“To turn tail upon a dirty job is no cowardice!”
“But there have been plenty of dirty jobs you haven’t run from. You’ve put through many a one in the last two or three years on the quiet.”
“But never one like this.”
“You knew exactly what the job was when you made the bargain with us.”
“Yes. And my stomach rose against it even then.”
“Then why the devil did you tie up with us?”