"You're right," Heck said suddenly. "Take me to Scarface Willy for my punishment."
"Take you to him, pal? That's the last thing we'll do. We'll take you, all right. We'll take you outside for a little schlammin, then back you go to Chicago as a warning to the other boys that Scarface Willy is strong enough to buck the whole damn Syndicate if he wants-ta."
"Then, in that case, I am not Little Hymie."
"You just now said you was."
Big Ada said, somewhat exasperated: "Will you guys for cryin' out loud make up yer minds?"
Johnny The Cat said: "Hold on to him, Leech."
One of the two wrestlers in the ring climbed down and took the hammerlock from Johnny The Cat. Heck was still held so that he could not move. "I'm getting dressed," Johnny The Cat explained, and disappeared in the direction of a sign marked, Locker Room.
"Listen," Heck began.
"It ain't none of my business," Ada told him.
A few minutes later, Johnny The Cat came out. He took the hammerlock back from The Leech. "Need any help?" The Leech asked.