The Tricky Tankers (aka-Robertson's Gas Racket)

You saw the name printed on the side of those tank cars? The string of Robertson's gas tankers. It isn't bad. No, it's a slow freight, Keto. Dimmer lights on the black building. Yes, sir. There's enough light to guide us along the road with a snow showing away.

I want you to trail a freight. Oh, I haven't explained before. There's not much time now, but I'll let you in on a little. Robertson is a big gasoline dealer. He's underselling everyone else in the state.

He runs his own gas station. But a lot of rumors that he's working a racket. It's so far no one can put a finger on how he does it. And that's why the green hornet's out tonight.

I see. else has been covered. I'm feeling those tank cars hold a secret. You got it? Yes sir. Okay let's go. Get the black hoodie going. We're going to tail that freight and see what we can learn.

Exactly, this trip. A lot of anties always make a lot of noise. It's cool though. Hey close that door. Caught enough to keep this caboose hot without you leaving that door wide open. Yeah? Listen, Dutch, if you're so concerned maybe you ought to take over my job.

legal climbing over a lot of empty nuts I've stick in here where it's yeah you would I'm gonna fix my job being free for say Dutch what's the idea you ride no long every time we haul a string of Robertson tank I wake for Robertson don't I what's you afraid of somebody gonna swipe his gasoline besides please hear cars is

empty there ain't no gasoline in them Robertson don't like nobody tampering with his properties. Hey, okay, okay. Only who's got to look at the aunties. I tell you. Ah, fucking your left, will you? Yeah, the sociable guy, are you? You think it's a picnic?