And Chizzy stood beside him.
Chizzy did not pull his gun. He whimpered and cowered within the invisible cradle of force.
"You're yellow,” Pete snarled at him, but Chizzy only covered his eyes with his arms.
"Look, boss,” said Pete, addressing Scorio, “what are you doing here? We left you back in New York."
Scorio did not answer. He merely glared. Pete lapsed into silence, watching.
* * *
Manning stood poised before the captives, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"A nice bag for one evening,” he told Russ.
Russ grinned and stoked up his pipe.
Manning turned to the gangster chief. “What do you think we ought to do with these fellows? We can't leave them in those force shells too long because they'll die for lack of air. And we can't let them loose because they might use their guns on us."