“Try me and see,” said Patsy; then abruptly: “Say, what’s your game? You ain’t stringing me along in this fashion for nothing.”
“I’m trying to get your measure,” Magill frankly admitted.
“Is that so?” Patsy spoke with affected resentment. “What do you want of it? How do you like it, as far as you’ve got?”
“You look all right,” Magill vouchsafed dryly.
“Well, I ain’t dolled up for anything,” Patsy bluntly asserted. “I’m just as you see me, all on the surface. Take it or leave it. It’s up to you.”
Magill was favorably impressed, and he waxed confidential.
“See here, pal, what’s your name?” he inquired.
“Jack Dolan,” said Patsy readily.
“Do you hang out around here?”
“Not so far away I can’t hoof it.”