“Dago,” said he, “knowing you as I do, I am astonished that you hadn’t tried drowning them already!”
“Swell, thanks!” cried Dago, starting for the door with a boy held by each of his red paws.
“Thanks——”
“Drop them!” came Nevada’s rasping order.
“But you said, boss——”
“Drop them, I said. Gallagher here is gonna do the drowning or whatever he wants to use rubbin’ them out!”
He pulled out another black cigar and, lighting it, said, curtly, “Scram, Dago!”
Dago did!
CHAPTER XVI
The Fight Begins
AT Zenith Point Hegarty, starting Tuesday morning, had paced the deck all day, stopping hardly for meals, cursing fluently at the slightest interruption of his thoughts, and finally retiring to his cabin in the late afternoon to which he shortly summoned his lieutenants.