"Hum!" It was half a laugh, and half a sneer. I hated him for it, as
he sat leaning back on the back legs of his chair, his thumbs in his
arm-holes. I felt his eyes--those smart, keen eyes, burning into my
miserable head. I thought of the lawyer and the deal he'd give poor
Tom, and all at once--
You'd have sniffled yourself, Mag Monahan. There I was--caught. The
cop'd be after me in five minutes. With Tom jugged, and me in
stripes--it wasn't very jolly, and I lost my nerve.
"Ashamed--huh?" he said lightly.