A few days later he was in New York. As a general thing he shunned the city, for he was already known to the police, and he felt that watchful eyes would be upon him as soon as it was known that he was back again.
On the second day he strolled into a low drinking place in the lower part of the city.
A man in shirt sleeves, and with an unhealthy complexion, was mixing drinks behind the bar.
“Hello, Rudolph! Back again?” was his salutation.
Yes,” said the tramp, throwing himself down in a seat.
Where have you been?”
“Tramping round the country.”
“Where’s the boy you used to have with you?”
“Run away; curse him!”
“Got tired of your company, eh?”