Here is your money." Ditson handed it over.
"I'd oughter made it twenty," grumbled the pugilist.

"Dis business is outer my line entirely, an' I don't want ter be mixed up in it at all--see?
I has a repertation ter sustain, an' it wouldn't do fer nobody ter know I ever hed anyt'ing ter do wid such a job as dis." "There is no danger that anybody will ever know it," declared Ditson, impatiently.

"I will not say anything about it." "Well, yer wants ter see dat yer don't.

If yer do, I'll hunt yer up meself, an' I won't do a t'ing ter youse--not a t'ing!" "Save your threats and come to business.

I am impatient to get away, as I do not care to be seen here by anybody who may drop in." "Don't care ter be seen here! I like dat--nit! Better men dan youse has been here, an' don't yer fergit dat!" "Oh, I don't care who has been here! You have the money.