"Der poss iss coming to-night, I see.
Huh ?" "Yes.

He ought to be along now," replied Morrissy, glancing at his watch, which was as conspicuous as his yellow diamonds.
"How you getting along mit der poys ?" "Oh, we're coming along fine, all right." "Going to call 'em out uf der mills?
Huh ?" "Perhaps.

When the boss comes, tell him I'm up stairs." Morrissy lighted a cigar, took the evening papers from the end of the bar, and disappeared.

Schmuck could hear him moving the chairs about.
Ten minutes later McQuade appeared.

Schmuck nodded toward the stairs, and without a word McQuade went up.
"Good evening, Morrissy.