"We wrestled together on the floor."
"'Listen to me! Listen to me!' he cried. 'I know the gambling-houses where they buy those moneys. I'll take you there to sell them! I'll get you a good price.'
"And so he ultimately did. He got us, in fact, a good deal more than we should have expected. But Captain Ulysses P. Shagg and Jean Antoine Stromboli Kosnapulski were never very good friends afterwards."
THE FRIEND OF THE POLICEMAN.
It was the morning after the Anarchist Club had been raided by the police. I was sitting up in my bed, reading the graphic account of the occurrence in the morning paper, when the door opened and Stromboli himself burst into my bed-chamber.
"Hullo!" I ejaculated. "So you have found bail! I was rather expecting that you would come to me for it!"
"I should have," was the reply, "if I had needed it."
"You did not need it? You mean that you managed to escape?"
"Precisely. Do I not know the tramp of a policeman when I hear it? Are not his boots made so that all the world shall know it?"
"Ah! then——"