But that's a small matter.

McQuade is going to do you some way or other." "What do you mean ?" "Why, he sees that his goose is cooked if you run.

He's determined that he won't let you." Warrington laughed; there was a note of battle in his laughter.

"Go on," he said.
"Nobody knew anything about your habits.

So McQuade has sent Bolles to New York.