“O’Leary, will you do me one more service?”
“Sure.”
“Will you accompany me this afternoon for about an hour to a place I am going? I shall know in a short while.”
“Nothing easier,” said O’Leary; but, under the ease of his manner, he was watching Dangerfield closely.
“Thanks.” He started to go and stopped. “There’ll be no trouble—and yet you might as well be prepared.”
“I get you!” said O’Leary, with a nod.
Dangerfield returned to his room, leaving consternation behind. Tootles was so overcome that he upset a box of charcoal, while Flick gave vent to a prolonged whistle, adding sarcastically,
“Peace and calm descendeth!”
“What the deuce is up?” said O’Leary, scratching his ear. “I don’t get this at all!”
“Well, I know one thing,” said Flick vehemently; “I think you’re a bigger fool than I took you for if you start out on any gunman visit without knowing into what little pocket you’re walking.”