to the tramp's jaw that sent
the fellow spinning backward to the river's brim, where he tottered
drunkenly for a moment and then plunged backward into the shallow water.
Then Billy seized the other attacker by the shoulder and dragged him to
"Do you want some, too, you big stiff?" he inquired.
The man spluttered and tried to break away, striking at Billy as he did
so; but a sudden punch, such a punch as Billy Byrne had once handed the
surprised Harlem Hurricane, removed from the mind of the tramp the last
vestige of any thought he might have harbored to do the newcomer bodily
injury, and with it removed all else from the man's mind, temporarily.
As the fellow slumped, unconscious, to the ground, the camper rose to
"Some wallop you have concealed in your sleeve, my friend," he said;
"place it there!" and he extended a slender, shapely hand.
Billy took it and shook it.
"It don't get under the ribs like those verses of yours, though, bo," he
"It seems to have insinuated itself beneath this guy's thick skull,"
replied the poetical one, "and it's a cinch my verses, nor any other
would ever get there."
The tramp who had plumbed the depths of the creek's foot of water and
two feet of soft mud was crawling ashore.
"Whadda YOU want now?" inquired Billy Byrne. "A piece o' soap?"
"I'll get youse yet," spluttered the moist one through his watery
"Ferget it," admonished Billy, "an' hit the trail." He pointed toward
the railroad right of way. "An' you, too, John L," he added turning
to the other victim of his artistic execution, who was now sitting up.
Mumbling and growling the two unwashed shuffled away, and were presently
lost to view along the vanishing track.
The solitary camper had returned to his culinary effort, as unruffled
and unconcerned, apparently, as though naught had occurred to disturb
his peaceful solitude.
"Sit down," he said after a moment, looking up at Billy, "and have a
bite to eat with me. Take that leather easy chair. The Louis Quatorze is
too small and spindle-legged for comfort." He waved his hand invitingly
toward the sward beside the fire.
For a moment he was entirely absorbed in the roasting fowl impaled upon
a sharp stick which he held in his right hand. Then he presently broke
again into verse.
Around the world and back again; we saw it all. The mist and rain
In England and the hot old plain from Needles to Berdoo.
We kept a-rambling all the time.
Nor did he have to forego the crowning honors of his last baseball season, although, like Ulysses S.Page 7
He remembered distinctly of having read somewhere that the growing need of big business concerns was competent executive material--that there were fewer big men than there were big jobs--and that if such was the case all that remained to be done was to connect himself with the particular big job that suited him.Page 17
" Taking his hat, he walked down the creaking stairway, with its threadbare carpet, and out onto the street to post his letter.Page 19
"Is it perfectly proper for young ladies to drive around the streets of a big city alone after dark?" "But I'm not alone," she said.Page 21
What leisure time he had he devoted to what he now had.Page 27
Of course, I don't know her, and the chances are that I never shall, but I should hate to have any one recognize me here, or hereafter, as that young man at the stocking counter.Page 30
The next day, worn out from loss of sleep, the young man started out upon a last frenzied search for employment.Page 32
from an old crab who has more than he can use, and all of it he got by robbing people that didn't have any to spare.Page 39
" "He is a square guy, isn't he?" said the girl.Page 43
Murray was endeavoring to draw the girl's lips to his as Jimmy's hand shot between their faces and pushed that of the man away.Page 57
"Let's look for something really good.Page 58
"Well, this is a hunch, take it from me," she continued.Page 59
"The chances are I could never pay you back, and there is no reason in the world why you should loan me money.Page 64
I study them and learn how to get from each the most that is in him.Page 73
" "I haven't heard any one else complaining," said Bince.Page 82
" Bince went white.Page 93
As he moved along he counted the basement windows silently, and at the fifth window he halted.Page 102
Recognizing the girl he opened the door and took a seat beside her.Page 106
For a long time she demurred, but finally she acceded to his wishes, for an early marriage, though she would not listen to the ceremony being performed the following day.Page 107
An hour was consumed in argument before the judge finally granted the motion.