To-morrow be to-day.”
So much for the thoughts of Johnny Thompson. He expressed himself in verse at times. Not so, Drew Lane. His thoughts were of a grim and practical sort.
“Tom,” he said, speaking to his companion and pal, “Tom, old boy, if we see Greasy Thumb and his pardner, Three Fingers Barbinelle, we’ll arrest them on sight.”
“And arrange a case against them later,” agreed Tom.
“Hold them on a vagrancy charge. Or more than likely we’ll find them carrying guns.”
“Almost sure to.”
“Then,” Johnny broke in, “you’ll need to be quick.”
“Son,” replied Drew with a drawl, “In this sort of work there are but two classes of people, ‘the quick and the dead.’”
CHAPTER VI
THE MYSTERIOUS PACKAGE
What things may happen to him who travels the dark streets of a great city at night! What terrors lurk in corners that lie inky black beyond the reach of some feeble light. What unexpected hidden evil lies ever just before him. And yet, how many countless thousands have traveled these streets in peace and safety, with not one finger lifted to do them harm!