“Muriel,” said John, “stay here as long as you like. I am going out to get a bite to eat, and, when you are through, come up to Lyons’ restaurant or go home. I don’t care which.”
“All right, darling. I suppose I shall be able to survive your absence.”
“Come on, Dopey. I suppose you want your dollar,” said Pierson, who had his idea in wishing to get Dopey outside.
“I’m ready. I’se dead hungry for a bullet,” said Dopey, a gleam of anticipation in his glassy eyes.
Morris Goldberg said to himself, “He must be one of dem suiciders. Vat for kind of talk is dot apout a bullet?”
John and Dopey left the place, and as soon as they were outside, John said to Dopey, nodding his head toward Dora:
“She is all you said, and more. Help me to land her, and you’ll never know what it means to go hungry for opium again.”
They then walked along out of sight of the humble shoemaker’s shop.
CHAPTER II.
Morris Goldberg, by this time, was ready to wait upon Muriel, who seemed to be slowly overcoming the effects of the drink she had taken. And, in a few moments, the shoemaker had fixed the price at twenty cents for the work he was to do.