"I guess you're right," said Sam. "I wouldn't have thought of it. Where can I do it?"
"Wait till we're on the New York side. You can sit down on one of the piers and do it. Nobody'll see you."
Sam thought this good advice, and decided to follow it.
"There is some use in stockin's," said Jim, reflectively. "If I was in your place, I wouldn't know where to stow away the money. Where are you goin' now?"
"I'll have to go back," said Sam. "I've been a long time already."
"I'm goin to get some dinner," said Jim.
"I haven't got time," said Sam. "Besides, I don't feel so hungry as usual. I guess it's the drink I took."
"It don't take away my appetite," said his companion, with an air of superiority.
Sam took the cars home. Knowing what he did, it was with an uncomfortable feeling that he ascended the stairs and entered the presence of Dr. Graham.
The doctor looked angry.