“A tramp? What kind of a looking man?”
“Tall and thin, with a grizzly beard. Oh, he was a regular bum.”
“Where did he go?”
“Up the street, I think. Was the bundle valuable?”
“Indeed it was, to me,” replied Jerry, and hurried off.
He could see nothing of any tramp, and, after dodging around among the trucks for several minutes, returned to the youth.
“Please describe that tramp to me, will you?” asked Jerry, and the tinner’s boy did so, as well as he was able.
“I think da call him Crazy Jim,” he concluded. “He don’t come down here very often. He belongs uptown somewhere.”
“Well, if you ever see him again, please let me know. My name is Jerry Upton, and here is my address,” and our hero handed it over.
“All right, I will. My name is Jerry Martin. Wot was in de package?”