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Burroughs, Edgar Rice, 1875-1950

"The Mucker"


"We got to croak her," he said. "Dey ain't no udder way.
If dey finds her alive she'll blab sure, an' dey won't be no
trouble 'bout gettin' us or identifyin' us neither."
The other shrugged.
"Le's beat it," he whined. "We can't more'n do time fer dis
job if we stop now; but de udder'll mean--" and he made a
suggestive circle with a grimy finger close to his neck.
"No it won't nothin' of de kind," urged his companion. "I
got it all doped out. We got lots o' time before de dicks are
due. We'll croak de skirt, an' den we'll beat it up de road AN'
MEET DE DICKS--see?"
The other was aghast.
"Wen did youse go nuts?" he asked.
"I ain't gone nuts. Wait 'til I gets t'rough. We meets de
dicks, innocent-like; but first we caches de dough in de
woods. We tells 'em we hurried right on to lead 'em to dis
Byrne guy, an' wen we gets back here to de farmhouse an'
finds wot's happened here we'll be as flabbergasted as dey be."
"Oh, nuts!" exclaimed the other disgustedly. "Youse don't
tink youse can put dat over on any wise guy from Chi, do
youse? Who will dey tink croaked de old woman an' de ki-yi?
Will dey tink dey kilt deyreselves?"
"Dey'll tink Byrne an' his pardner croaked 'em, you simp,"
replied Crumb.


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