“I’d hate to gamble on that heavy,” returned Collins easily. Then he caught sight of the girl’s white face, and rose to his feet with outstretched hand.
“Sit down,” snapped out Reilly.
“Oh, that’s all right I’m shaking hands with the lady. Did you think I was inviting you to drill a hole in me, Mr. Reilly?”
CHAPTER XVIII.
A DINNER FOR THREE
“I thought we bumped you off down at Epitaph,” Leroy said.
“Along with Scotty? Well, no. You see, I’m a regular cat to kill, Mr. Leroy, and I couldn’t conscientiously join the angels with so lame a story as a game laig to explain my coming,” said Collins cheerfully.
“In that case—”
“Yes, I understand. You’d be willing to accommodate with a hole in the haid instead of one in the laig. But I’ll not trouble you.”
“What are you doing here? Didn’t I warn you to attend to your own business and leave me alone?”
“Seems to me you did load me up with some good advice, but I plumb forgot to follow it.”