He goes inside an’ I go after him. He hands over a chair an’ I sit down an’ take a look around.
The cabin is a nice sorta place. It is furnished comfortable an’ there is plenty of liquor kickin’ around. I light a cigarette an’ look at Fernandez.
He is standin’ in front of the hearth lookin’ at me. He is a lousy lookin’ guy an’ I think that I should like to give him a good smack in the puss with a steam shovel, just so that he wouldn’t think he was so good.
I have got an idea as to how I am goin’ to play this so-an’-so along. I reckon that there was never a crook who wouldn’t do a trade if he thought that he could do himself some good that way.
“Listen, Fernandez,” I tell him. “It looks to me I ain’t popular around here, some guy has tried to iron me out tonight while I am goin’ back to
