“Go ahead. I’m agreed.”
The whole mob charged for the door.
On the sidewalk they paused to decide which way to go.
The street was not well lighted, and, while they were talking, Patsy slipped a beard to his face.
“We’ll go to Danny Dineen’s next,” said Serpent Sam. “Come on, pard——”
He looked around.
“Where’s the sharpshooter?” he asked.
Patsy pointed down the street.
“He’s just scooted that way,” he said, in a disguised tone.