"I ain't going back to change," said Jimmie Time. "Them other kids would cop it on me."
"Have some cigarettes," urged Boogies, and royally bought them—with gilded tips, in a beautiful casket.
"I had about enough of their helling," declared Jimmie, still glowing with a fine desperation.
They sought the William Street Tunnel under the Brooklyn Bridge. It was cool and dark there. One might smoke and take his ease. And plan! They sprawled on the stone pavement and smoked largely.
"Chee! If we could get out West and do all them fine things!" mused Boogies.
"Let's!" said Jimmie Time.
"Huh!" Boogies gasped blankly at this.
"Let's beat it!"
"Chee!" said Boogies. He stared at this bolder spirit with startled admiration.
"Me—I'm going," declared Jimmie Time stoutly, and waited.