“What’s your business?”
“Chauffeur—when I’m in on a job,” said Patsy, at random, but he again shot luckily. “I’m looking for one just now, but not looking too hard.”
“Would you take a mighty soft one?” Magill questioned.
“Would a duck swim?”
“And take chances?”
“Any you’ll take,” said Patsy. “You can gamble on that.”
“If I can gamble safely on it,” Magill replied, “I can put you on easy street, and do it without much risk.”
“You can, eh?”
“Believe me—I can!”
“Say, you cut loose, then,” said Patsy, drawing nearer. “You don’t need to beat around any more bushes. I’ll go up against anything for coin, if there’s enough of it, or for that skirt. You start right in with the bridle off and hand out your dye stuff. You’ll find me game, all right.”