"It's often done that way."
"O'Malley say 'naw'."
"Or he might go up for trial. There's no real evidence against him: nobody saw the shot fired. And besides, even if we couldn't fix things in court, which is always easy enough, we could get him a pardon as we did for Pud Morley or Frank Da Silva."
But Angel would have none of these propositions. Michael O'Malley was, it seemed, inexorable. There had been enough bail-jumping, queer verdicts, and pardons for a few months. The case must come before the new magistrate, and the new magistrate must declare that the testimony was not sufficient to warrant holding the prisoner for court.
"Where is Mirka now?" asked Dyker.
"Een Philadelph'," said Angel.
"Loafing?"
"Naw. He tooka one of heesa girls along. I am takin' care of dees other one."
"Can't we get hold of the Dutchman and make him see who's back of all this?"
"Naw; dees Dutch' ees a fool."