Instead, he walked a little faster to where his plane was waiting.
"I think you're making a bad play, bo--duckin' out when all them newspaper guys are hot after dope on us," Bland expostulated while he drilled along beside his boss.

"I give 'em some scarehead stuff, but they'd lap up a lot more.

We can get a lot of valuable publicity right now if we play 'em right.

I give 'em that gawd stuff for a start-off, and I made--" "Shut up and save your breath," snapped Johnny.

"I'm not chasing up any newspaper notoriety now." "Well, it'd be better business if yah did, bo--I'll say it would.