“Won’t you give me a trifle, Dick?”
“Well, take that.”
“A quarter?”
“Yes; it will give you some supper.”
“But what shall I do for a bed?”
“Go to the station house. They’ll take in an old man like you.”
Before the aged man could renew his application the younger one had disappeared round the corner of the next street.
“Follow me, Chester,” said Paul Perkins. “I’m going to speak to the old man.”
He touched him on the shoulder.
“Are you in trouble, my friend?” he asked.