"Hold my place for me till I kin go git a bite to eat."
"I would in a minute, only I can't stop. I'm looking for some one," said Walter, starting on.
"You can't make five dollars no easier."
This startling proposition to a young fellow who did not know where his next meal was coming from, hit Walter in his weak spot.
"Talk fast. Is it a whack?" the hungry man demanded. "I've been here two hours a'ready; be back before you can say Jack Robinson."
This singular bargain being struck, Walter stepped into line, when his file-leader turned to him with the remark, "Fool you hadn't stuck out for ten. That man runs a bank."
"Does he?" Walter innocently inquired. "What kind of a bank?"
"Faro-bank."
A loud guffaw from the bystanders followed this reply.
As soon as the hungry man came back to claim his place, and had paid over his five dollars, Walter hurried off to where he had left Bill, who stopped him in his story with the whispered words, "I seed him."