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Children  of the  Road                                 9


                     Jimmy,  as  if he  loo  had  noticed  the  eaves-  dropping  sat  hunched  before  the  chattering
                     dropper.  "I  ain't  got  no use fer  them  gay-  blaze  in  a  gloomy  attitude,  chin  cupped  in
                     ~ts.   We  ought  never  ~er allowed  'em  ter   hand.  But  under  his  heavy  brows  he  was
                     Jungle-up  here  anyways."                   watching  the  Frisco  Kid  as  he  drew  near,
                       "\.Vell, it  was  on'y  because  one  o'  them   the  dog at  his heels.
                     hums  used  ter  be  a  blowed-in-the-boUle  as   The  man's  face looked coarse and bloated
                     good as yuh  'n'  me "  ex1)lained Porlugee.   from  the  stubble  of red  hairs  on his  cheek.
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                      .  "B  ut  . 1e s gone  ter  the  d  ·gs now,"  per-.  His  nose was  fatly  bulbous.
                     s1sted C1garet surlily.  "He's  travelin'  with   The  Frisco  Kid  recognized  with  a  start
                     a sure  enough  gay-cal  an'  wot's  more  he's   that  nose  and  bloated  face.  So  did  the
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                     woik.in'  like  a  gay-cat  hisself.  He's  bill-  Gay-Cat.  The  dog  backed  away,  hair
                     postin'  fer  Iligley's  Circus.  See  thet  hoss  bristling  along  his  spine,  a  low  growl  rum-
                     an'  wagon off ter  one side?"      ·        bling in his throat.
                       "Which  of  the  two  no-accounts  do  yer   "Hello,  Frisco  Red."           .
                     mean?"  asked  the  Frisco  Kid.  "That  one   The  man  that  had  formerly  been  the
                     I  jes'  catch~d  inchin'  up  here,  tryin'  to  git   Kid's  hobo-master  did  not  look  up.  Mo-
                     an  earful  bout  Miss  Heffernan  an'  her   rosely he studied  a red wood-ember  that  had
                     thousand-dollar  year-dale?"                 been spewed out  at  his feet.
                       "Was  he  listenin',  Frisco.  I  thought  as   " 'Lo, Kid,"  surlily in a voice that  throat-
                     how he was pick.in' up chips."               trouble  or  a  liking  for  strong  whi~ky  had
                       "Was  he  listenin'?  Aw,  say  now,  Por-  thickened  into  an  unbelievably  hoarse  bass.
                     tugee!  He  were  snoopin'  round  on  the     "What  ,yer doin'  nowadays,  Red?I'
                     edge  of  the  firelight,  and  his  ears was  big   "Can't  youse  see?"
                     as cauliflowers an'  hangin'  out a mile.      "What-that    tethered  hoss  an'  wagon
                        "Listenin'?   Why,  he  had  his  mouth   over  there?  Workin',  eh?  But  what's  be-
                     gawpin'  open  like  he  was  catchin'  flies!  hind  the  bill-postin'  job,  Red;  what's  the
                     Burhe  got me when I give him a nasty look,  graft?"   ·
                     and  he  pussy-foots  it  right  back  where  he   The  man  put  out  a  heavy  brogan  and
                     belongs and  no foolin' !  That  ain't  the gay-  viciously  kicked  the  ember  back  into  the
                     cat  yer mean-the  big fat  stiff?"          many-tongued  exuberance  of  flame.  He
                        "That's  him,"  Portugee  nodded.  "The   looked up at  the boy, his small pig-like  eyes
                     fat  one,  the  strawberry  blond."          tinged red by  the fueligh t.
                        "What's  ·his monaker?"                     "Wot  d'~h  mean,  graft?  Can't  a bloke
                        "Dunno,  Frisco.  Haven't  hearn  his  pal   woik  an'  play  it  straight?  Where'd  yuh
                     call  him  any  yet,"  said  Portugee. .  "But   git  thet  stuff, Kid?"
                     I'm  sure  I  seen  him  some  time  ergo,  some   "Oh,  no  harm  meant,  Red.  I  was  jes'
                     place.  I  know  his  face,  but  I  jist  can't   wonderin',  old-timer.  Kinder  funny  to  see
                     place  it.  Bul  I'll  lay  money  thet  when  I   yer  workin',  that's  all."·
                     seen him  last  he was travelin'  hobo fashion   Frisco  Red  grunted  sourly.  He  was
                     as  a  real  blowed-in-the-glass.  How'd  I  'a.'  quick  to  change  the  subject.
                     noticed  him  otherwise?"                      "Still  got  the  dorg,  I  see, Kid,"  he  aid
                        "Mebbe  he's  some old-timer  wot has lost   in  his  whisky  voi  , a leer  far  from  affable
                     his  kid,"  spoke  up  the  Swede Kid  sagely,   upon  his r  d-slubbled  face.
                     "an'  has  growed  too  fat  an'  lazy,  wot  wiih   "Yuh  bet  ha,"  was  th  proud  r  joinder.
                     easy livin'  off his prushun  beggin', .to git  by   "We're  som  buddic   m  - and  Ga·- at.
                     as  a  hobo  alone."                         We'v  hobo  d ,ome.  in 1   w  1 ft  · r, ·Ped."
                        "Er  mebbe,"  was  Cigaret  Jimmy's  con-  \  "H  bo  d?"  nort  l the  man   ifovrly.
                     jecture,  "he's  a  old-timer  wot  has  toined   II  look  d up  at  th  boy  with  de  p cal  u-
                     horslile  ter  everybody  an'  gone  in  fer gun-  lation  in hi.  pig rv  y  s.
                     work.  He's  got  a  ugly  face,  an'  his  graft   "But  uh  ain't  n ·v r hob  d back  to  the
                     don't  look  no  good  ter  me.  Bill-p  stin',   wall  y,  ha  ycr,  Yid;  yuh  ain't  n  \'lr  ~one
                     huh!  There's  somethin'  cro  k  d  under-  back  toy  r ma,  th  I dcly in th  shawl,,,.  )t?
                     neatl  "                                     Ih  ar  h  'sb  t:n.-waitin'f  rync   t:r.  n·~
                        "He  looks  kinder  familiar  to  me., too,"   th  t day  thr   y  ar ago wh  n   r jt i1wd  ut
                     ~aid  the  Frisco  Kid  thoughtfully.   "Think   with  th  l  ircu  ."
                     1'11  give him the once over and dost  up."    Th  Fris  o Kid clid not ·rn wcr.
                        The  burly  gay-cat  who  had  l> en  av  s-  with  d  p-sunk  y  s, h  star  d int
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