“What'm I going to do?” McGlory was lashing his anger. His voice swelled until he was roaring out the words: “What'm I going to do? I'm going to run that Pete Roche down if I have to go to hell for him! I'm going to—-”
“Drop your voice, Joe. I can hear you. How're you going to find him?”
“Who you telling to shut up?”
“Hold on, now. None o' that talk to me!”
“Oh, you think you can boss me, do you?”
“Think? I know it. Don't waste your breath trying to bluff me. I asked you how you're going to find him.”
“How'm I going to—how'm I—why, I 'll break his head—I 'll—”
“Don't work yourself up. It won't help you any.”
“You think you can talk like that to me? If you ain't careful, I 'll break your head. I 'll—”
“How are you going to find him?”