"I know a livery-stable keeper vot vos all right."
"Who is he?"
"Isaac Rosenwasser."
"Where's his place?"
"On George Street; und, so 'elp me gracious, dere vos vun uv his carriages now, on dot corner."
"Do you know the driver?"
"I vill run und see. He vos in dot saloon, I guess."
Jake hurried across the street and peered into the saloon.
The driver was there, and he knew him.
He called him out, beckoned to Barney, and sprung into the carriage.