"Coll McSheen?"
"I don't know who 'twas," he persisted.
I glanced at Langton, and he just nodded.
"Good-by. If ever you wants a job done——"
"Get out," said Langton.
"Don't you give 't to that other skunk. I didn't know. Good-by. Obliged to you." And he passed through the door which Langton held open for him.
"It's all right," said the latter as he closed the door. "You had a close graze—that's one of the worst criminals in the country. He don't generally bungle a job. But he's all right now. But there are others."
"My dog saved my life—he got his throat."
"That's a good dog. Better keep him close to you for a while."