"Well, I've seen you before," said O'Donnell, "and ye put one over on me
that time all roight, I can see now. I don't know what your game was,
but you and the Lizard played it pretty slick when you could pull the
wool over Patrick O'Donnell's eyes the way ye done."

"Oh," said Jimmy, "I've got you now. You're the bull who interfered
with my friend and me on Randolph and La Salle way back last July."

"I am," said O'Donnell, "and I thought ye was a foine young gentleman,
and you are a foine one," he said with intense sarcasm.

"Go away and leave us alone," said the girl. "We're not doing anything.
We ate in here last night together. This man is perfectly respectable.
He isn't what you think him, at all."

"I'm not going to pinch him," said O'Donnell; "I ain't got nothin' to
pinch him for, but the next time I see him I'll know him."

"Well," said the girl, "are you going to beat it or are you going to
stick around here bothering us all evening? There hasn't anybody
registered a complaint against me in here."

"Naw," said O'Donnell, "they ain't, but you want to watch your step or
they will."

"All right," said the girl, "run along and sell your papers." And she
turned again to Jimmy, and as though utterly unconscious of the presence
of the police officer, she remarked, "That big stiff gives me a pain.
He's the original Buttinsky Kid."