"Sure!" says Nels, fishin' in his pockets.
"Two bits!" says Danny, pickin' up the quarter scornful. "Thim Swedes are the tightwads! And if ever I find this wan kidnappin' me little house again—— "
At which Danny breaks off and shakes his fist menacin'.
When I gets back home I tiptoes upstairs; but Vee is only dozin', and wakes up with a jump.
"Is that you, Torchy?" says she. "Has—has anything dreadful happened?"
"Yes," says I. "I had to pull a low tackle, and Danny Shea's declared war on Sweden."