"You've got a sweet idea of what's straight, Larry: dropping us without a leader, just when we need a leader most." Larry's composed yet watchful gaze was still on Barney.

"You're not really left in such a bad way.

Barney here is ready to take charge." "You bet I am!" Barney flamed at him, his hands clenching.

"And the bunch won't lose by the change, you bet! The bunch always thought you were an ace--and I always knew you were a two-spot.

And now they'll see I was right--that you were always yellow!" Larry still leaned against the safe in the same posture of seeming ease, but he expected Barney to strike at any moment, and held himself in readiness for a flashing fist.