! look at me doin'
the sissy tear-spoutin' act! Oh, hell--lemme go an' wash me face. 'N'
say, if--if any o' them--I mean those dolly office boys has anything t'
say, I'll punch th' sawdust out o' them!"

CHAPTER XXVI

WHICH MAKES FURTHER MENTION OF A RING

Ravenslee, strolling in leisurely fashion along Tenth Avenue, became
aware of a slender, pallid youth whose old-young face was familiar; a
cigarette dangled from his pale, thin lips, and his slender hands were
hidden in the pockets of his smartly tailored coat. On went Ravenslee,
pausing now and then to glance idly into some shop window until,
chancing to slip his fingers into a waistcoat pocket, he paused all at
once and, drawing thence a ring wrought into the semblance of two
clasped hands, drew it upon his finger. Now as he glanced at the ring,
his eye gleamed and, smiling as one who has a sudden bright idea, he set
off faster than before, striding on light and purposeful feet. But, as
he turned a corner, he noticed that the pallid youth was still close
behind, wherefore he halted before a shop window where, among other
articles of diet, were cans of tomatoes neatly piled into a pyramid. At
these he stared, waiting, and presently found the pallid youth at his
elbow, who also stared upon the tomato pyramid with half-closed eyes and
with smouldering cigarette pendent from thin-lipped mouth. And after
they had stared awhile in silence, cheek by jowl, Ravenslee spoke in his
pleasant, lazy voice:

"Judging by the labels these tomatoes are everything tomatoes possibly
could be."

"'S right!" murmured the pale one imperturbably.

"Fond of tomatoes?" enquired Ravenslee.

"Aw!" answered his neighbour, "quit foolin'--talk sense!"

"Certainly! Why do you follow me, Soapy?"

Soapy's eyes grew narrower, and the pendent cigarette stirred slightly.

"Know me, hey?" he enquired.

"Heaven forbid! 'T was a bolt at a venture--a shot in the dark."

"Talkin'--o'--shootin'," said Soapy, grimly deliberate, "peanuts ain't a
healthy profesh around here--not fer your kind, it ain't!"

"Oh, I don't know," answered Ravenslee, shaking his head gently at the
tomatoes, "I've heard of professions even more unhealthy."

"Aw--well--say what?"

"Well, talking of shooting--yours!"

Soapy's narrow eyes gleamed with an added viciousness, his pale nostrils
expanded, but the retort died upon his curling mouth, his puffy eyelids
widened and widened as he stared at the ring on R