In Our Time

<h2 id="CH9"> chapter 9</h2> <p>At two o’clock in the morning two Hungarians got into a cigar store at Fifteenth Street and Grand Avenue. Drevitts and Boyle drove up from the Fifteenth Street police station in a Ford. The Hungarians were backing their wagon out of an alley. Boyle shot one off the seat of the wagon and one out of the wagon box. Drevetts got frightened when he found they were both dead. Hell Jimmy, he said, you oughtn’t to have done it. There’s liable to be a hell of a lot of trouble.</p> <p>—They’re crooks ain’t they? said Boyle. They’re wops ain’t they? Who the hell is going to make any trouble?</p> <p>—That’s all right maybe this time, said Drevitts, but how did you know they were wops when you bumped them?</p> <p>Wops, said Boyle, I can tell wops a mile off.</p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />