"Now then, old Greedy! Break the news to me." Pete considered young Stan through half-closed lids--a tanned, smooth-faced, laughing, curly-headed, broad-shouldered young giant.
"You got any enemies, pardner ?" "Not one in the world that I know of," declared Stan cheerfully.
"Back in New York, maybe ?" "Not a one.

No reason to have one." Pete shook his head reflectively.
"You're dreadful dumb, you know.

Think again.

Think hard.

Take some one's girl away from him, maybe ?" "Not a girl.