Fools! And because you give me a fair share of the plunder.

Princely, I call it--and wise.

You be advised, Lawyer Mitchell, and always give me my fair share.

Hang Joey?
Oh, no! Never do! No fear!" A spasm of chuckles cut him short.
"Go on, fool, and bring Bowen in.

Then tell Walters the farm is already sold." The door closed behind the useful Joseph, and immediately popped open again in the most startling fashion.
"No; nor that, either," said Joseph.
He closed the door softly and leaned against it, cocking his head on one side with an evil smile.
His employer glanced at him with uninquiring eyes.
"You won't ask what, hey?
No?
But I'll tell you what you were thinking of: Dropping me off the bridge.