"I ain't blind."
"No, then maybe you've heard how and why it come to be dug and all?"
"I ain't deaf, neither."
Racey smiled his approval. "I always said you had all yore senses except the common variety, Peaches."
"Hop ahead with yore private talk," grunted the badgered gambler.
"Gimme time, gimme time. It don't cost anything. Whadda you think of that hole, Peaches?"
"Good big hole," replied Peaches, conservatively.
"Too big—that is, too big for just McFluke, or for any other feller the size of McFluke."
"What of it?"
"Don't be in a hurry, Peaches, and you'll last longer. Did you know
Mac's handcuffs were picked open?"