"'Now,' I says to him, 'I hate to tie a can to one of sis's friend, but she's goin' East at six o'clock, 'n' she's got to pack her duds.'
"'Oh, Blister, am I?' says the chicken.
"'Yep, I hears from auntie,' I says, pullin' out the roll 'n' lay in' it on the table.
"The chicken gives a shriek, 'n' starts to hug me right in front of the swell guy.
"'I seem to be dee tro,' says he, 'n' backs out the door.
"'Where did you get the money?' says the chicken, countin' the roll. 'Why! There's over a hundred here!'
"I takes fifty bucks fur myself, 'n' hands her the rest.
"'I cops it at a poolroom,' I says. 'A ten-to-one shot comes through fur me. Now get busy. I'll send fur your trunk in ten minutes.'
"The chicken won't hear of ridin' in a street-car, so we takes a cab like a couple of Trust maggots.
"'I'll buy your ticket 'n' check your trunk fur you,' I says, when we get to the station. 'Where do you want to go? New York?'