“All right, I’ll give you forty-five minutes,” Strong said, as he turned to Walker, who was now ready.
Quickly, Ted located Spot.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Spot,” he confided to the news merchant. “I’ll give you two dollars and my clothes for your clothes and papers. I want you to have a share in my good fortune and I also want to sell papers for awhile.”
Spot grinned delight. “You mean it, Ted?”
“Sure. Where can we change?”
“Any place will suit me. But I’ll show you a place. That’s easy.”
A place was very easily located. Spot had managed to wash his hands and face, while Ted’s had not yet gotten to the color they 46 should be. They had exchanged everything from shoes to hats.
“Where are you going now, Spot?” asked Ted.
“I beg your pardon,” replied Spot. “My name is Mr. James Sullivan. I would have you address your betters properly, boy.” He never cracked a smile as he walked off, but Ted laughed uproariously.
A little later two men came out of the Auditorium.