“Do I?” “Shine” cried. “Me an’ Pikey Moffat—”
“Goldy’s back at Coney.”
“G’ wan! No!”
“Sure. He was up town yesterday lookin’ fer a ballyhoo man.”
“No!” “Shine” laughed immensely.
“By ——, I’d like to see him. I’d like t’ ask him if he remembers the time me an’ Pikey Moffat—”
“Why don’t yuh?” Doherty cut in. “Yuh c’u’d go back by trolley just as well as not.”
“Shine” looked doubtfully at his feet.
“Borry a pair o’ kicks an’ a hat in the foc’sle.”
“Shine” hesitated.