Just step up and--" The younger man, frowning now, replied: "We don't want to see any more of your junk.

The clothes on the models suit us all right.

Slip 'em off, McGuire." "But--" began McGuire and then stopped.
His first suspicion returned with redoubled force; above all, that head of dark red hair made him thoughtful.

He finished hoarsely: "What the hell's this ?" "Why," smiled the taller man, "you've never done much in the interests of charity, and now's a good time for you to start.

Hurry up, McGuire; we're late already!" There was a snarl from the storekeeper, and he went for his gun, but something in the peculiarly steady eyes of the two made him stop with his fingers frozen hard around the butt.
He whispered: "You're Red Pierre ?" "The clothes," repeated Pierre sternly, "on the jump, McGuire." And with a jump McGuire obeyed.