They stared as Donald hunched his shoulders, frowned and spoke in a harsh voice. »Scarpuss McKnucks?«

The ugly man squinted his eyes and his chin jutted out.

»Shuah. Wodda ya want, punk?« he growled.

»I want de fin youse owes fer de blackjack, catch?« Donald said. His voice sounded like a growl too.

»What kind of talk is that?« Huey whispered.