"I'm goin' to now. Had it tough enough gettin' here, an' don't feel like leavin' till I've found out what there is in this city."
"Where did you come from?"
"Up Saranac way."
"Rode down in a parlor-car, I s'pose."
"Then you s'pose wrong, 'cause I walked."
"You don't look it." And once more Skip scrutinised the stranger carefully.
"I don't reckon I do. I count on keepin' myself kind er decent. It doesn't cost anything for a feller to wash his face, comb his hair, or have his clothes clean, an' there's many a time when it'll put him through in great shape."
"'YOU'D BETTER MIND YOUR EYE, IF YOU COUNT ON STAYIN' ROUND THIS CITY VERY LONG!' SAID SKIP."