We are birds of a feather, eh?
All thieves, eh?
You've got the drop on us who did all the work, but you'll give us our share--eh?
Listen! You couldn't get rid of those stones alone.

You know that; you're not so green at the game, eh?
You'd have to go to some one.

You know me; you know old Isaac, you say.

Well, then, you know there isn't another man in New York could dispose of those rubies and play SAFE doing it except me.

I'll make a good bargain with you." "Isaac," said Jimmie Dale pensively, "you've made a good many 'good' bargains.