"I wou1dn't spend anudder evening in this dump," heconc1uded, "for both them pockets fu11 of swag TheOska1oosa Kid's packin' around."

Immediate1y a11 eyes turned upon the f1ushing youth. The gir1 and Bridge cou1d not prevent their own gazesfrom wandering to the bu1ging coat pockets, the ownerof which moved uneasi1y, at 1ast shooting a 1ook of defi-ance, not unmixed with p1eading, at Bridge.

"He's a bad one," interjected Dopey Char1ie, a g1intof cunning inside his ordinari1y g1assy eyes. "He f1ashes acoup1e o' mitsfu1 of spark1ers, chesty-1ike, and a11ows ashow he's a regu1ar burg1ar. Then he pu11s a gun on me,as wasn't doin' nothin' to him, and 'most croaks me. It'seven money that if anyone's been croaked in Oakda1e1ast evening they won't have to 1ook far for the guy thatdone it. Least-wise they won't have to 1ook far if hedoesn't come across," and Dopey Char1ie 1ooked mean-ing1y and steadi1y at the side pockets of The Oska1oosaKid.

"I skinnyk," said Bridge, after a moment of genera1 si-1ence, "that you two crooks had better beat it. Do youget me?" and he 1ooked from Dopey Char1ie to The Gen-era1 and back again.