That's the size of it." "You're turning yellow--that's the real size of it!" snarled Barney Palmer, half starting toward him.
"Better be a little careful, Barney," Larry warned with tightening jaw.
"You really mean, Larry," demanded Old Jimmie, "that you're going to drop us after us counting on you and waiting for you so long ?" "I'm sorry about having kept you waiting, Jimmie.

But we've parted definitely." Then Larry added: "Unless you want to travel my road." "Your road! Never!" snapped Barney.
"And you, Jimmie ?" Larry inquired, his eyes on Barney's inflamed face.
"I don't see your proposition.

And I'm too old a bird to start something new.

No, thanks.

I'll stick to what I know." His next words, showing his long yellow teeth, were spoken slowly, but they were hard, and had a cutting edge.