exploits of the previous day from the neighbors.
Jane greeted him with a pleasant good morning. The sun was shining outside. Despite his lack of sleep, Speedy began to feel better. The world was going on about as usual, and maybe after all Carter had given up the fight.
"You haven't heard from Pop, have you?" Speedy asked Jane.
She shook her head with a troubled frown.
"Well, that's all right," soothed Speedy. "Probably he's resting comfortably and knows we can handle everything all right."
"Oh, do you think there will be more trouble?" asked Jane.
"No—no, they're licked," Speedy assured her with a confidence he himself did not feel.
"You always got to look out for them slicked-down fellers like this Carter," Ma Ryan opined. "I knew he was a bad one from the time he landed in the neighborhood. Though how he runs around with that Callahan gang beats me."
"Anybody can hire that bunch for a few bucks a head," offered Danny, wiping his full red lips with a napkin preparatory to dashing off to his job. "I remember when we were fighting the Royal Scarlet taxicab people, they hired the Callahan gang to run us off the streets. They're bad eggs."
Danny had hardly gone out of the front door when the bell rang. Daisy answered the summons. The breakfasters heard her conversing with a male voice and the door shut.
"Mr. Carter is out there in the hall and he wants
