me officer, who presumedly had been nicknamed after Adonis by the Force, nodded understandingly. "Ain't the trouble with your expectations, now? Would you be likely to hear of those times-of-lives, if they was the regular thing?"
"But we're not looking for the regular thing. And why not expect? Don't you get what you go after? You, for instance--I should think you'd expect the limit that kind Fate could give. If I looked like you----"
There was a sincerity of admiration in Pape's lanky shrug and lapsing sigh such as "'Donis" Moore evidently wasn't fortified to resist. He turned his dark eyes and fine-cut profile to a more detailed study of his by-proxy charge.
Pape pursued the advantage. "Sound looking critter you're forking, officer. What you call him?"
"Hylan is his name--Traffic 'B.'"
"That's a new horse alias to me. Dot here does a polka when persuaded right. If Highland, now, does a fling, we might join them in a 'brother' act and put them on the stage."