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"What did he promise you for selling his papers?" demanded a deep voice.
"Twen--ty-_five_," answered Mickey, with all the force of inflection in
his power. "And if you heard us, Mister, you heard him own up he was owing
it."
"I did," answered Douglas Bruce tersely. Then to Jimmy: "Hand him over
twenty-five cents."
Jimmy glared upward, but what he saw and the tightening of the hand on his
collar were convincing. He drew from his pocket five nickels, dropping
them into the outstretched hand of Douglas, who passed them to Mickey, the
soiled fingers of whose left hand closed over them, while his right
snatched off his cap. Fear was on his face, excitement was in his eyes,
triumph was in his voice, while a grin of comradeship curved his lips.
"Many thanks, Boss," he said. "And would you add to them by keeping that
strangle hold 'til you give me just two seconds the start of him?" He
wheeled, darting through the crowd.
"Mickey!" cried Douglas Bruce. "Mickey, wait!"
But Mickey was half a block away turning into an alley.


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