"Take hold of my arm, and I'll support your totterin' steps," said Ben.
Mr. Martin, who found locomotion in a straight line rather difficult on account of his headache, willingly availed himself of this obliging offer, and the two proceeded on their way to Fulton Ferry.
"Have you got much of a family?" inquired Ben, by way of being sociable.
"I've got a little girl," said Martin, "and a boy, but he's an impudent young rascal."
"What's his name?"
"Rufus. He sells newspapers in front of the 'Times' office."
"The boys call him Rough and Ready, don't they?"
"Yes. Do you know him?" asked Martin, a little suspiciously. "He aint a friend of yours, is he?"
"I owe him a lickin'," said Ben, with a show of indignation.
"So do I," said Martin. "He's an impudent young rascal."