“Roper, for God’s sake, don’t sing that,” begged Fohl.
“Kick him in the head,” said Angel callously.
“You try it!” snapped Fohl. “If I knowed just where you was——”
“Are yuh comin’ out, Langley?” asked Slim Caldwell.
“No, damn yuh!” roared Langley. “If yuh want me, come and get me.”
“And that finishes everythin’,” wailed One-Eye.
Angel laughed with evident pleasure.
“Laugh, you crazy devil!” gritted Fohl.
“It’s a fifty-fifty bet,” said Langley. “We won’t go out and they don’t dare come in.”
“Ninety-ten,” corrected One-Eye. “We’ll have to come out sooner or later.”