“Youse gi’ me a pain! Go on wid yer story.”
“I want to know——”
“Drop it.”
“What were you laughing at?”
“When youse talk o’ honor it’s ’nuff ter make a dorg laff.”
“Is——”
“Come, Brockey—we’s understand each udder—speel ahead, neider of us has got any honor, fur dat matter.”
“All right.”
Brockey quieted down. He took several pulls at his cigar, and then he continued:
“As I said, I’m not as deep in that Red Dragon Inn affair as you think.”