Eugene Manlove Rhodes

“ That pass book calls for a little over forty-six thousand dollars. We expected to get half. Instead we've got to split it four ways. Young Drake is going and I want my split right now."
"What about me?" cried the banker in wild and desperate indignation. "What do I get? Barely a fourth! And you two have Drake's money already—heaven knows how much!"
"Heaven don't," said Beck.
"But do I get any of that?" shouted the outraged banker.
"You do not," returned Beck. "In the first place, the men are different. You stepped out of your class when you started to mingle with the likes of us. ”

“ In glum silence, Quinliven reached for a bottle and glared at the little Irishman, who smiled evilly back at him.
"There is one more point," observed Baca in his best courtroom manner, "on which I touch with a certain delicacy and, as it were, with hesitation. I am reluctant to grieve further a spirit already distressed; but the fact is, gentlemen, our impulsive friend here"—he laid a gentle hand on Bennett's shoulder and Bennett squeaked—"undertook yesterday to employ this man Jones—Neighbor Jones—to murder our friend Drake. ”

“ Jones would be his natural associate, the two having been bucking the game together; but Jones expects to get clear of his debt by sticking to me. He could gain nothing by telling Drake. We are too powerful. He knows there is no way to make us disgorge—disgorge is the word, I think, in this connection. I find Jones most amusing, myself. If he wearies me——"
"Don't you figure Jones for any easy mark," warned Scanlon. "If he tries to hand us something—look out! ”

“ We admit that we have a bundle of the Drake money and we announce that we are going to keep it. How much, is nobody's business but our own. In consideration of that fact, however, the two of us lay claim to only one full share of the Drake deposit. That gives us twelve thousand; Bennett as much; the Honorable Prosecuting Attorney the same; the Double Dee brand to Quinliven. That's final!"
"I suppose you know, Mr. Beck," said Baca, cupping his chin, "your little joint can be closed any time I lift a finger?"
"Baca," said Scanlon with level eyes, "you'll close nawthin'! ”

“ We're now holding to the exact bargain we proposed and you agreed to; but if ever little Mickey S. has need or desire av the red, red gold or the green, green greenback, 'tis back here he will come to you. May Gawd have mercy on your soul! Sit up, ye spineless jellyfish—sit up! ”