“You’ve got to do it, Pilot. You’ll do it, or do time.”
“That goes, does it?” questioned Flynn, hesitating.
“You bet it goes!”
“Suppose I make good, all right. Will you promise never to give me away?”
“Certainly.”
“On the dead?”
“You know me,” said Patsy. “My word is as good as a government bond.”
“Mebbe ’tis, but I wish you were at the bottom of the East River,” Flynn growled harshly. “But I’ll do it, hang you! I’ll do it to save my own skin.”
“With no monkey business, mind you,” cautioned Patsy. “That will be all your life is worth.”
“I’ll hand it to him right.”