Dago rapped for admission and upon entering scowled as he sighted Gallagher. Cowboy, shifting the cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other, watched the actions of both men with quiet amusement, then introduced the G-man to Dago.
“Glad to know you, Dago,” Gallagher responded, offering his right hand.
Dago reddened.
“Well, can’t say I’m-a glad!” he retorted, ignoring the hand.
Cowboy’s features did not hint what he might be thinking as he puffed on the cigar without comment.
“Sorry you feel like that, Dago, it might be better fer you to be friends with me instead of giving me the cold shoulder. I ain’t never liked them kind of actions.”
Dago snorted in reply.
“Send up Wan Ho Din, Dago,” Cowboy ordered.
As Dago closed the door Cowboy grinned at Gallagher.
“Dago don’t care much for you, Gallagher.”