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Capone oppreaches Riddell. “Bey, youl" he calls. fdddell, noting in a memorandum book the time the players enter the courts that he say inform then when the allotted time is up,” to pernit ouhers ean opportunity to play before the stockade period ands, loo!''s up. He gives no indication that he will move towards Capone, Capone strides over to Riddell, rage and annoyance that toll ivnered his conmnd to come to hin visibly shaking him. ta Ad: sn't a court held open fcr me?" he demands. l gives him a straight-from-the-shoulder stare. a we in 7 o i “Yes, why wasn't it7" Riddell answers. “} been having a court reserved since I beer playing here. Yo. coin, te stop it?" threatens Capone, concluding, the best wey to handle ciddell wold be through friphtening nim instead of cajoling hin. “I get wot lwaxt mrourd here. You know that, I suppose?” "Al, you're just enother convict to me," nonchalantly replies “There ure to bo no more reservations. That's orders!" rt, huh® Capone‘sarcastically replies. Fond there at trere aint, “Uep':," informs Biddeil, continuing to write in the notebook. “cell, ges this, Smart Guy!" warns Capone, ignoring the c rave approached and are standing nearsy, but insuring ave within hearing distance, “You'll hold a court oper inflectively asks Riddell, his eyebrows arching, And "EhceT - the miter were cloced ke calls to the players on No. 4 that their Bo LPOCL! period hes ended, and duly notes it in the notebook, completely ignoring Lepore and mis wrath. "Gupouz. le draws nearer Riddell, pe ry) ie} oa Fy oe) 2 4 Ww 8 ° on ee ma 8 Lis picts doubled memecir hy, oud his head thrust forward. His lips are juct tha: tec imches fro. kiddell's cars as he threatens, Th] cut your you -*re with me. Get that™ "Oh yeak?" smiles the fearless Riddell.