"Well, I guess we're about all ready for the war to start. What's the first move?"
"I'll let you know when I've decided," retorted Tony coolly.
"How about this mug, Peluso? What are we goin to do with him?"
"Do with him! Why, as soon as the campaign on the North Side gang is well opened up, I'm goin' to give him the jack I promised him and have him taken to a train for the West. I imagine he'll be glad enough to blow town."
"I'd think so. But surely you're not goin' to be such a sap as to pay him off now. He's told us all he knows. Why not take him for a ride and save the dough?"
Tony, unaccountably shocked by the cold-blooded proposal, looked up with flashing eyes.
"I keep my word, Steve, whether to friend or enemy, and no matter what I've promised, either good or bad," he retorted grimly. "The other day I gave you an assignment to get a certain man. You haven't done it yet. Do you remember what I promised you if you didn't carry it out?"
Steve's glance shifted uneasily. "Yes."
"Well, that stands. And I don't intend to wait all Summer either. Better get a move on."
