"S'pose he did lost.

Somebody could find." Johnny laughed.

"All right; we'll let it ride that way.

I ain't going to tell your brother.

Want to sell 'em ?" Tomaso took up the pliers, caressed their bright steel with his long fingers, nipped them open and shut.
"What you pay me ?" he countered.
"Two bits." Tomaso turned them over, gazed upon them fondly.