"Maybe he's lying."
"Did dot cut trapeze show if he vas, hey?"
"Then he's a spy. Sneaking in on gentlemen's private affairs. Bah!" cried Tapp, with a venomous stare at Andy, "I wouldn't train with you two at a hundred per week!"
He crawled over to the edge of the wagon preparatory to leaving the vehicle and seeking more congenial company.
"Hey, you, Jim Tapp," observed Snitzellbaum, "you vas a pal of Daley, hey? You see him? Vell, you tell him ve hang him up by dose heels, und Murdock mit him, vonce ve catch dem. See you?"
Tapp disappeared over the edge of the wagon into the road.
"Mein friend," remarked the musician to Andy, "you vatch oud for dot poy."
Andy Wildwood recalled the solemn warning before the next day was over.