"Cutting it pretty fine," he grumbled.
Tolliver came on up, set the child down, and took off his overcoat.
"Fact is," he drawled, "I got held back a minute—sort of unexpected."
His eyes fixed the impatient man.
"What you planning to do, Joe, between now and relieving me at midnight?"
Joe shifted his feet.
"Don't know," he said uncomfortably. "What you bring the kid for? Want me to drop him at the house?"
Tolliver shook his head. He placed his hands on his hips.
"That's one thing I want to say to you, Joe. Just you keep away from the house. Thought you understood that when you got fresh with Sally the other night."
Joe's face flushed angrily.