"Yes," was the sullen rejoinder.
"Any particular place you'd like to be taken?"
"Bixler House, around in Kearney Street. Get a cab."
"Got any money, George?"
Lorry's hands went slowly into his pockets.
"All I had with me is in the bottom of the bay," he answered sulkily.
"I don't think I can dig up enough to pay for a cab, but I reckon it's just as well for us to ride."
"I'll foot the bill," chimed in Matt. "Here, Ping!"
Ping was almost as hard a sight as was Lorry, but he came blandly forward in his bare feet.
"Yasso, Missul Matt," said he.