his habitual position was with a cigarette in the fingers of his left hand, and his right hand resting on his hip.
He sat in a chair directly behind that of Hurley, and Pierre's new-found acquaintance explained: "He's the bodyguard for Hurley. Maybe there's some who could down Hurley in a straight gun fight; maybe there's one or two like McGurk that could down Diaz—damn his yellow hide—but there ain't no one can buck the two of 'em. It ain't in reason. So they play the game together. Hurley works the cards and Diaz covers up the retreat. Can't beat that, can you?"
Pierre le Rouge slipped his left hand once more inside his shirt until the fingers touched the cross.
"Nevertheless, that game has to stop."
"Who'll—say, kid, are you stringin' me, or are you drunk? Look me in the eye!"
