"How?"
"I thought you were a gamer man. Game men don't bark; you are barking."
"I'll bite; you did me up well; you've had your turn, I'll have mine."
"Yes, you'll get your turn. As far as I am concerned I don't care if you get out the day after you are sent up. I may have a chance then to do the state better service."
"You're barking now."
"No, I am only cautioning you, that's all. Tommy, I don't fear you."
A little later the party arrived at headquarters and the prisoner was turned over—one of the most dangerous rogues New York had known for a long time. The fellow had led a gang into a bank, had almost killed the watchman, had stolen over a hundred thousand dollars in money, and at least two hundred thousand more in negotiable securities, and he was a dangerous chap, and one of the most successful eluders the police had ever attempted to run down. Dudie Dunne had performed a great feat and yet he was to secure no public credit for it, for he was a secret special, and never in all his experience had he performed a deed that better earned him his right to be on the secret special force.
"How about the 'swag,' Dunne?"
"I don't expect to get it; but I am going back to look around."
"Better take some one with you."