Our hero retraced his steps, with eyes bent to the ground, in hopes that they would be found lying on the walk. In doing this he ran into half a dozen folks, many of whom did not take kindly to the collision.
“Look where you are going, boy.”
“Hunting for a pin or gold dollars?”
Jerry paid no attention to the remarks. Reaching the alleyway, he turned into it and continued the search, but without success.
“Say, wot yer doin’ in here?”
The question was asked by a youth in the tin-shop. He was red-headed and had a freckled face, but not an unpleasant one.
“I was looking for something I lost,” said the young oarsman. “Have you seen anything in here of a flat, white package with a black shoestring tied around it?”
“Why, yes, I did,” he answered.
“And where is it?”
“A tramp had it. I saw him walk out of der alley wid it not five minutes ago.”