Feeling that Shotmore and Robert must have given up the pursuit by this time, he descended again and hurried after the man he had recognized.
"Hullo, Jim!" he said, as he caught the other by the arm.
Jim Huskin started, half fearing that it was a detective who had accosted him, for he was wanted for several petty crimes—indeed the two rascals were well matched, and had committed many a wrong deed together.
"Andy!" replied Jim Huskin. "How are you?"
"Nothing to brag of," answered Andy Cross.
"Then you haven't been striking it rich lately."
"On the contrary, I've had mighty poor luck. Have you got another cigar, Jim?" He said this for Huskin was smoking.
"No. I got this out of a gent at the Palmer House. I tried to work him for a loan, but it was no go."
"Then I reckon you haven't any more money than I."
"I've got a quarter," answered Jim Huskin, frankly.