"Betcher life," grinned Tony. "An' I got the car an' a flock o' dough, like you wanted."
"You have?" she said mockingly. "Well, that puts little Johnny at the head of the class."
Tony's grin faded suddenly and he grabbed her arm.
"Listen, sister, don't try to kid me!" he snarled. "You an' I are goin' steppin' to-night."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah! So you might as well make up your mind to it and come along."
"Well," she said wearily, "I'm not to see Al till to-morrow night so I s'pose I might as well take a chance on you now. But I don't want anybody to see us, so that he'll hear about it." She shivered slightly. "Al's dangerous, kid. So drive to the corner of Taylor and Sangamon and wait for me there. I'll take a taxi and be along within five minutes."
"You're not giving me the run-around?"
"Absolutely not. I'll be there."
"Well, you better," said Tony darkly. "Or I'll be back to-morrow night and shoot up the place."
He entered the roadster and roared away, feeling very important. At the appointed corner, he waited nervously, muttering dire threats to himself.
