"I say, Jack, can you tell us where the moochers hang out in these parts?"
"You're a Yank, ain't you?" said he.
This I acknowledged, at the same time asking, "Why?"
"Because I know a lot of blokes over in your country, an' I'm thinkin' o' goin' over myself. How d' you think I'd like it?"
"Tiptop," I answered; "but you know they're givin' the likes of us ninety days in Chicago now."
"O-oh, well, p'r'aps I'll go over later," was his rejoinder; and then he told me where the moochers were to be found.
"You see thet corner! Well, just turn thet, an' keep hoofin' along till you come to an alley. Go up to the top, then down on your right to the bottom, an' ask roun' there somewhere for Blanket Row. You'll find all the moochers you want there; but look out for the Robert and the Dee [the policeman and the detective]. They'll give you seven days if they catch you moochin'."
A LODGING-HOUSE.