"I take tickets at Heath's Palace of Wonders two blocks down," she whispered.
"You'll sure sell me a ticket one of these days," Clay promised.
"Look out for yourself. Don't let 'em get you. Give 'em a chance, and that gang would croak you sure."
"I'll be around to buy that ticket. Good-night, Miss Annie. Don't you worry about me."
"You will be careful, won't you?"
"I never threw down on myself yet."
The girl's flippancy broke out again. "Say, lemme know when the weddin' is and I'll send you a salad bowl," she flashed at him saucily as he turned to go.
Clay was already busy with the door.