“None can hear us in this place,” said Cora, less petulantly. “I’ll tell you what he said, Guy. He called me down in good shape, along with all the rest of us, over my shoulder. He’s up in the air a mile.”
“He’ll come down,” said Deland, with sinister coldness.
“Don’t be so sure of it.”
“I’ll find a way to bring him down, then.”
“He’s nursing an awful kick.”
“He’ll kick against a brick wall, Cora, in that case,” Deland said, with an icy assurance that Patsy readily remembered. “I’ll puncture his tires so quickly that he’ll turn turtle.”
“Well, mebbe so,” allowed the woman doubtfully.
“What more did he say?” Deland continued. “Did you get any part of the coin?”
“Not a copper of it,” said Cora curtly.
“Why was that?”