“What do you bet?”
“I bet you a ride in my car.”
“Where to?”
“You got arrested! I have to laugh.”
“You think only fellers that live in New York can get arrested?”
“Here comes another band player,” Hinkey said, and raising his voice in a way of mockery, he paraphrased the familiar song.
“Oh listen to the band,
Oh don’t you think it’s punk.”
“He walks cissified,” he concluded. “Look, he’s got a satchel.”
“He’s got a cornet or some kind of a trumpet in it,” said Hervey. “One of them has a long bag with a saxaphone in it—I saw it once.”