The man turned pale and made no answer; he glanced backward; it was evident he had reached the conclusion that it was time for him to leave.
"Don't think of going, Johnny, I want you to answer my question."
"You are not Vance."
"I'll play Vance for you, so sling out your game, Johnny."
The man took a step back.
"Stand where you are," came the command, "or I'll make you."
"Are you really Vance?"
"Come up to Ludlow Street, and I'll prove who I am."
"I ain't going that way."
"Oh yes, you are; you've run right into my grip, and I'm going to shut you in with the rest of them, unless—"