"I didn't think he'd notice it," defended Simon.
"You didn't think! No, I'll gamble you didn't! You never have! You couldn't! My Gawd, you deserve to be hung! I hope you are!"
"You forget, Rafe," said the district attorney, "that you and I don't know what all Mr. Reelfoot is driving at."
But Rafe Tuckleton was too angry to keep up the farce any longer. "I hope the fool's hung!" he panted.
"I'll take care not to go alone," said Reelfoot, pressing his advantage. "You fellers will have to see that I'm protected or I'll tell what I know."
"Blah!" blared the district attorney. "You wouldn't dare snitch!"
"I'll dare more than that to save my skin," Reelfoot declared hardily.
Rafe Tuckleton returned to the charge. "What in so-and-so and such-and-such did you do such a fool trick for? Don't you know—couldn't you—oh, whatsa use?"
"You oughta told me all the circumstances," persisted Reelfoot. "That was your fault. If I'd knowed, I could have managed better."
"I expect—you couldn't," said Rafe Tuckleton, with an appreciable pause after each word.