"Say, are you kidding me or something?" But there was alarm in Johnny The Cat's voice.
"Would I kid about a thing like that? Do you want your sight back?"
"I feel just like I'm floating."
"You're dis-oriented because you can't see."
"Dis which?"
"Do you ever want to see again?"
"Yeah!" pleaded Johnny The Cat.
"Then take me to Scarface Willy. Right now."
A pause. Then: "So you can hit him in the head. No thanks. My life wouldn't be worth a plug nickel if I did."
"I am not Little Hymie. I have absolutely nothing to do with Little Hymie. I promise you that."