"Quit your kiddin'."
"Naw. Veraménte. Crêdi tu! Queeck!"
His fright hit the mark.
"How'd it happen?" demanded Rose. "Who's back of it?"
"Dees Meest' Dyker."
"You fool Dago"—her voice grew shrill with fear and anger—"can't you do nothin'?"
"Naw. 'E's been to O'Malley."
"You're a hell of a help! How about Riley an' the rest?"
"Naw. O'Malley maka them do thees."
"It's that slut Violet, that's who it is! That's gratitude for you. I've been half expectin' trouble since she got loose last night.—How long have I?"