Pulp Fiction, 1925 · page 130 of 184
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~~ goat. us, and the kid Jost about thirty dollars. He was broke. a fellow goes broke the next one that makes — a pile i is ‘supposed to give him a cut. ‘is, give him the amount the fellow that _ makes the pile started in with. Thought it over till Pm - ‘There was a kid playing « craps ae it when Maybe you know tha "That — “Well, Tiger went proke, 406: ‘And first. the money again. So I steps on his hand. _ “So then he got sore and pulled a gun. | Se I had to take that away from him, aad T hit him a clip with the butt of mine to kind of sober him up. There wast t any- thing te it Kitty drew a deep bicatle _“ What’s the matter now?” Slim inqvired. — “ He might have killed you,” she said. Slim looked down at the cigarette in this fingers. ‘I wish he had,” he murmured. Impulsively Kitty put a hand on his arm. She felt the muscles beneath the sleeve_ jump, but Slim patted her hand gently be-— “Don’t do fore he put it back in her lap. ~ that again,” he commanded. - “Why, Slim—” He faced her, the veins SW swelling on nis forehead. “ Listen, kid, Tve thought it all- over. I—ain’t your kind. T his reform stuff is = the right dope, and Tm going through with it. But you needn’t ever be afraid i] make love to you again, or try to. kiss. you—— It isn’t natural that you'd: care for a guy like | me. I don’t blame you. I’m glad you don’t. 2) _ “No, that’s a lie. I’d give my hand to have you care for me. a moment: “If you do, don’t ever let me _ know = <— _ Abruptly he 50k up. Ing. Have to’ get home early i nights, But don’t! Don’ see After it. = cW Vell, Vil be o0- see. I’m still on probation. Gee, that’s funny, isn’t it? Probation. W ell, they never got me for anything big—and never oe will, now.’ ‘Kitty looked up at him Se = POs Se bation?” she repeated, half Bene about off my head. when the time came for somebody” to get — a cut, Tiger reaches over for the money. Isays to let the kid have it that went broke Tiger’d had a few drinks, and he _ -—-won’t let the kid have it and he reaches for He stopped to smoke furiously. = fa : = ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. ae Didn't. you know they got me for be- ing lit. one night and Carrying a gun, about a fionth: ago?” He smiled grimly. “Lot of things you don’t know about me, ain’t ‘there, kid?” He smiled again, though his lips were gray with the effort. “ That’s what made me decide the were! : did, about me and you.” She watched him down the Street til it swallowed him, il. Ir the stars govern our fate, the stars that night must have held a caucus on the subject of one Slim Devitt: And the cau- cus must have been as" lively a session as ever shook celestial political circles. Wasn’t that the evening when unprecedented showers of ‘meteorites ach, ane astronomers oe ihe = see he erent ee was threading came Tiger Costello, and the gang. Their roar of greeting Slim acknowl- edged with a wave of his hand, but Tiger hailed him again. “C’mon over, Slim. We’ re all going to Murphy’s place.” aS ~“Can’t!” Slim called-back. — Tiger sounded aggrieved. ‘Aw, Slim. C’mon. Are you still sore with me?” Slim crossed the street, with Heaven _ knows what stars rooting for. -and against the move. “ ges m ‘Rot sore, , Tiger, a: he ‘said, ieee is a nice distinction. "Tiger heaved a sigh of genuine relief. “Tm glad!” he said, adding the proper adjectives to express his gladness; “ you and me have been pas too long to Sent -over_a game of craps.” Tit. #2 Right. ” Slim whanged him aflectan- ately on the shoulder. “ Well, boys—me for home. Probation. Late now.” ‘The gang wailed its indignation. Home? At this hour? When him and Tiger had just made it up? When Murphy. had some swell stuff waiting to be opened? - - thousand times no! — Slim hesitated. He had a genuine Hens for Tiger. He didn’t want Tiger to think there were any hard. feelings jeit. After all, fifteen minutes more— Not a drink, though. He started with them toward ‘Murphy’s. S. co _ comicbooks SS ae gn an a ee en