Tom unbound his hand, and the youthful Æsculapius gazed at it with great interest.
"That'll knock you up yet," was the comforting diagnosis, with a wise shake of the head. "Bad place to git a cut. Jim Jones had one jist in that spot, and it festered, and hurt him so he had to go to the hospital."
"Pshaw!" said Tom.
"Ye'd better get yer granny to poultice it."
"I tell you I don't know a human being in this city, and I haven't an idea where I am going to sleep to-night."
The boy surveyed him doubtfully.
"You might go to the station-house."
"Not if I know it," said Tom, whose visions of grandeur, though dimmer, were not to be brought down so low.
"Then there's the Newsboys' Lodging-House."
"Could I get in there? But I don't know the way."