A stout, pleasant-looking man who had caught sight of the conference addressed him.
"Did you give that man any money?" he asked.
"Yes sir."
"What did he need it for?"
"His pocket had been picked, and he wanted to go to Yonkers to visit his sick sister."
His new friend laughed.
"That's a new story," he said. "The man is an arrant fraud. Your money will be spent for drink. He has no sick sister."
This was quite a shock to Andy. He saw that he had been victimized, and must hereafter be on his guard against plausible strangers.