"Then you have a suit here for me about ready."
"It is ready now."
"Alter it immediately to fit Mr. Gregory ... we're about the same height."
The tailor said that could be done.
For the rest of the day Milton and I peregrinated from one saloon back-room to another ... in each of which the boy seemed to be well known. He drank liquor while I imbibed soft drinks ... the result was better for him than for me. I soon had the stomach-ache, while he only seemed a little over-exhilarated.
At his door-step he shoved a ten dollar bill into my hand. I demurred, but accepted it.
"I'd hand you more," he apologised, "but the Old Man never lets me have any more than just so much at a time ... says I waste it anyhow ... but I manage to do a lot of charging," he chuckled.
"Have you a place to stay to-night?"
"Yes ... I have an uncle who lives uptown."