“They’ll take anybody; that I know.”
For several hours he argued pro and con with this mental counsellor, feeling no need to act at once in a matter so sure of profit.
In the morning he put on his best clothes, which were poor enough, and began stirring about, putting some bread and meat into a page of a newspaper. Carrie watched him, interested in this new move.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Over to Brooklyn,” he answered. Then, seeing her still inquisitive, he added: “I think I can get on over there.”
“On the trolley lines?” said Carrie, astonished.
“Yes,” he rejoined.
“Aren’t you afraid?” she asked.
“What of?” he answered. “The police are protecting them.”
“The paper said four men were hurt yesterday.”