"Well, 'skirt,' then."
"Why don't you cut it? There's a train East at midnight."
"And leave Helen—like that? Her faith in me has weakened already; she'd hate me if I did that. No! I've got to face it out!"
"They'll be singin' hymns for both of us," predicted the fat man.
"I don't care. They can boil me in oil—I won't let her think I'm a coward."
"Larry doesn't have to stay."
"Of course not. He can escape."
"Not a chance," said the trainer. "They watch me closer 'n they do him."
Covington considered for a moment. "It certainly looks bad, but perhaps the other fellow can't run either. Who is he?"
"A cook named Skinner."