Say, I been straight ever since.

It's been tough, but I kep' on--I work here three nights in the week and I got another job in a joint on Second Avenue.

Say--" he added, glancing furtively over his shoulder.

Then finding his suspicions confirmed, and the attention of the group fastened on him, he began to push the broom vigorously, muttering in jerks to Felix: "This ain't no place for ye--git into trouble sure--what yer doin' here ?--They're onto ye, or the bunch wouldn't have their heads together--don't make no difference who's here, everybody gits pinched--I can't talk--they'll git wise and fire me." Felix's lip curled and an amused expression drifted over his face.

His jaws set, the muscles forming little ridges about his ears.
"I will attend to that later," he said, in a firm voice.