STUDS LONIGAN
"How was the show
t"
asked Doyle.
"Good bill at the State and Lake."
"I guess then we'll all have to go looking for a job tomor–
row," Red said.
"What about you, Reilley, have you been thinkin' of get–
ting a job and desertin' our cause of late?" asked Taite.
"There's plenty of chumps workin' already," Reilley said.
"That's what I'm trying to suggest to myoid man. But he
gets on a soap-box every morning at breakfast and threatens
not to give me any more dough," Studs said.
"Myoid man tried that once, and I blew. He knows better
than try it again. He's got enough dough and did enough work
for the Reilleys for a long time to come.
If
he cracks wise
about it, he knows I'll just tell him all right fellow, and blow.
I can get me a gat and pull a stickup when I nee'd the kale,"
Reilley said, causing them all to admire him.
fly
ou know, boys, sometimes I think it would be a good
idea to go on the bum," Doyle said.
"Not me. I know where I can find my pork chops," Studs
said.
"If
you did go, you might meet Davey Cohen. Hell, he's
been gone three years, ever since that time we gang-shagged
that little bitch Iris, and she told him no soap became he was
a hebe," said Red.
"If
somebody hasn't croaked that kike by this time, they
ought to. I don't like kikes," "Veary said.
II.
After supper, Lonigan called Studs into the parlor for a
talk. He said all right, a bit surlily, and stopped off in the
bathroom to get his thoughts collected. He felt that maybe
this was going to be a showdown with the old man, and if
it was, he'd let him know that Studs Lonigan was going to be his
own boss.
The old man sat in his rocker, an ancient piece with a plush
cushion that the old lady had been trying to get out of the
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