"Hey, you find him varm, hey?" he asked.
"I'd have smothered if I hadn't kept my mouth close to that vent hole," explained Andy. "Is it all right for me to show myself now?"
"Yaw," declared the fat musician. "You see dot sign?"
He pointed back a few yards. Andy recognized the four-armed semaphore set where a narrow road intersected the highway they were traversing.
"Oh, yes," said Andy quickly, "that shows the State line."
"Yaw, dot vas so. No one can arrest you now, Marco says, and Marco vas like a lawyer, hey?"
"Will I see Mr. Marco soon again?" asked Andy.
"For sure dot vas. He toldt me vot to do. Vhen we reach dot Cliftons, you vill go mit Billy Blow. He vill takes care of you till morning. Den you goes to dot Empire Hotel und sees Miss Stella Starr."
"Oh, I understand," exclaimed Andy brightly and hopefully. "And who is
Billy Blow, please?"
"Him," explained Hans, pointing to the sleeping man with the sad, tired face—"dot is Billy Blow, the clown."