Bill
How do yuh know?
Slim
Knock-out drops, dat’s all dere’s in ’em. He’ll go off to sleep just as nice an’ easy—
Bill
W’at good’s dat gonna do us? De rest of ’em ain’t gonna go to sleep, an’ dere’s a noice, an’ dere’s a guard dat watches him every minute, an’ dere’s—
Slim
[Interrupting.]
Dey’ll all holler fer help—see? Dey’ll run fer a doctor. Dey’ll leave him right here, alone, an’ dead to de woild, an’ den we lift him outa de winder, wit’out nobody to stop us.
[He rubs his hands happily.]