"It's me feed coin," he mumbled, "but maybe I can get some piker t' go along with f'r another four bits."
He walked over to a shabby-looking chap who was slouching around with his hands in his pockets.
"Say, you got a bundle on you?" the red-haired tout inquired of the shabby-looking man.
The shabby-looking man dug a fifty-cent piece out of his left-hand waistcoat pocket.
"That's all I was huntin' f'r," said the tout, displaying his coins. "Let's put th' two pieces t'gether an' nail 'em f'r $50 each."
"On what?" inquired the shabby-looking man without any apparent interest whatsoever.
"On a pipe," said the red-haired tout. "Rolling Boer. He'll make 'em dizzy and stroll in with his head a-swingin' an' his tail a-swishin'. Do you come in with me f'r the half?"
The shabby-looking man put his fifty-cent piece back in his left-hand waistcoat pocket.
"You'll be fallin' out o' bed in a minute, Red," said the shabby-looking man. "Not for me. I need the beers—ten of 'em."
"Yes, you're a sport right, I think nix," said the red-haired tout, walking gloomily away. "You're a dead game, with the copper on."