“I’ll drink with you.”
Frank did.
“Where do you hail from, young fellow?” asked Blair.
“Philadelphia.”
“That town’s asleep, and it ain’t ever going to wake up.”
“That’s the reason I skinned out for New York,” said Frank.
“On the ‘cross’?”
“I’ve done a couple of stretches in Moyamensing Prison.”
“What’s your lay?”
“Second-story.”