Blair smiled complacently. The other’s flattery touched him. Like many men in higher walks of life, the rascal was filled with self-conceit.
“Who do you know in Philadelphia that amounts to anything?”
“There’s Stonewall Bob; he’ll vouch for me,” replied Frank.
“What!” cried Bull, in surprise; “do you mean to say you know Stonewall?”
“Yes; I’ve worked with him.”
“Why didn’t you say that at first, my lad?” remarked Blair.
“I didn’t suppose you knew.”
Bull laughed.
“I’d be a nice gilly if I didn’t know the best crook outside of New York! So you know Stonewall Bob, eh?”
“I told you I did.”