He jabbed an elbow into my ribs ferociously. "Are you coming
peaceable?" he hissed, "or do I have to pull off your leg and beat you
over the head with the bloody stump?"
I got it then. Diane and Biggs. They were eyeing each other like two
marshmallows ready to melt. So I said, "Well, all right, Skipper. If
you want to. 'Bye, folks!"
And do you know--they never even heard me?