"Ready ?" "Fire," said Casey.
Larry held his open left hand close to Casey's jaw, and drove his right fist into his palm with a thudding smack.

Casey went sprawling to the floor, and lay there loosely, with mouth agape, in perfect simulation of a man who has been knocked out.
Larry turned quickly.

"You two will testify that I beat Casey up and then made my escape ?" "Sure, I'll testify to anything for the sake of a good old goat like Casey!" cried Hunt.

"But hurry, boy--beat it!" The Duchess held out Larry's hat to him, and thrust into his coat pocket a roll of bills which had come from her capacious skirt.

"Hurry, Larry--and be careful--for you're all I've got." Impulsively Larry stooped and kissed the thin, shriveled lips of his grandmother--the first kiss he had ever given her.