"You shall have a third."
"No, half."
"I'll see about it; but I haven't got it yet."
In a few moments the superintendent received a second applicant.
"Good-morning, sir," said the individual named "Bob." "You've found a pocket-book, I think."
"Yes."
"I'm glad of it. I lost mine yesterday, with a pretty stiffish sum of money in it. I suppose one of your newsboys picked it up."
"Did you lose it in this street?"
"Yes, I expect so. I was coming from the Fulton Ferry in a great hurry, and there was a big hole in my pocket, that I didn't know of. I had just got the money for a horse that I sold to a man over there."
"Will you describe the pocket-book? What color was it?"