“I did at first,” said Will, drawing his friend to a seat. “You soon get broke in, though. I like it better than the street now.”
“Is that so?” said Joe, looking at Will as at one who has made a successful voyage of discovery. “Shoot me if I ain’t got a notion of trying it. I’m getting too big for this job. How did you get a place?”
“I asked for it, and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I jist captured it.”
“You’re the chap for that,” said Joe, admiringly. “Wish you’d work me in somewhere. You must be getting to know folks.”
“I’ll work for you,” answered Will. “It’s about time you was giving up this trade. You’re well posted about town yourself, Joe.”
“Not among bizness folks. Know a good deal about down-towners. Ain’t many cribs I haven’t been in or smelt out.”
“Bet I could name some what would stump you.”
“Bet you couldn’t,” said Joe.
“I’ll go ten cents I can.”
“I’ll cover it,” said Joe, producing a piece of soiled currency of that value. “But you ain’t to go on all day. Won’t give you but three chances.”