“It is everything that is pleasant. You wished me good luck, Dodger, and your wish has been granted.”
“I was lucky, too, Florence. I’ve made a dollar and a quarter this mornin’.”
“Not by selling papers, surely?”
“Not all. A gentleman gave me fifty cents for takin’ his valise to the Long Branch boat.”
“It seems we are both getting rich,” said Florence, smiling.
Chapter XVI.
Dodger Becomes Ambitious.
“Ah, there, Dodger!”
Dodger, who had been busily and successfully selling evening papers in front of the Astor House, turned quickly as he heard his name called.
His glance rested on two men, dressed in soiled white hats and shabby suits, who were apparently holding each other up, having both been imbibing.
He at once recognized Hooker and Briggs, for he had waited upon them too many times in Tim’s saloon not to recognize them.