"I'll stay back here and see that we get our farewell all fixed up." The damp cellar air seemed to affect the throat of the fat man.

He coughed heavily.
"Say, Ronicky," said Jerry Smith, "looks to me that you're carrying this pretty far.

Let's take a chance on what we've got ahead of us ?" The fat man was chuckling: "You show a touching trust in me, Mr.Doone." Ronicky turned on him with an ugly sneer.

"I don't like you, Fernand," he said.

"They's nothing about you that looks good to me.