Whaddaya know about that?"
He explained all that had taken place between himself and
Pesita while Bridge and Miguel listened attentively to his every
word.
"I t'ought it was about de only way out fer us," said Billy.
"We were in worse than I t'ought."
"Can the Bowery stuff, Billy," cried Bridge, "and talk like a
white man. You can, you know."
"All right, bo," cried Billy, good-naturedly. "You see I
forget when there is anything pressing like this, to chew
about. Then I fall back into the old lingo. Well, as I was
saying, I didn't want to do it unless you would stay too, but
he wouldn't have you. He has it in for all gringos, and that
bull you passed him about me being from a foreign country
called Grand Avenue! He fell for it like a rube for the
tapped-wire stuff. He said if I wouldn't stay and help him he'd croak
the bunch of us."
"How about that ace-in-the-hole, you were telling me
about?" asked Bridge.
"I still got it," and Billy fondled something hard that swung
under his left arm beneath his shirt; "but, Lord, man! what
could I do against the whole bunch? I might get a few of
them; but they'd get us all in the end. This other way is
better, though I hate to have to split with you, old man.
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