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"No, you're away off there, Thad," remarked Hugh, just then. "I can glimpse the fire now, and there's just one chap hanging over it. Don't you see he's a Weary Willie of a hobo, who's getting his dinner ready with wet wood. Here's a chance for us to see just how the thing is done, so let's make him a friendly call!" Thad seemed quite agreeable.

Their conversation was interrupted by one of the grown hoboes, who, acting as cook, called all hands to "dinner". This dinner, which was another mulligan, was placed in the center of the table in the same pot in which it had been cooked, and each member of the gang, just as if they were still camping about a hobo fire in the woods, by means of a small wooden paddle pulled as much of the mulligan as he desired, onto a tin plate, that had never been touched by dishwater, but had only been scraped since the day it arrived at the rooms.

Stevens poured the water over his face; then he lifted the man's head and put a cupful to his lips. "Is that hobo alive yet?" asked Sinclair, coming back smoking a cigar. "What does he want now? Water? Don't waste any time on him." "It's bad luck refusing water," muttered Stevens, holding the cup. "He'll be dead in a minute," growled Sinclair.

I 've kept a strict tab on it, and I intend to repay it. My farm down there is worth $20,000; when I get that back I 'll be 'in the heart of town. But I don't want to go back looking like a 'hobo, and I 've got to have some money 'to make a front with. I could write the old man that I 'm flat, and get him to send me some money easy enough.

When the dinner hour arrived, Jim, who had never been in all his life as hungry as he was at this moment, remarked that he thought it would be best to hobo the next train back to their home, but Joe caused him to quickly get over this attack of homesickness, when he asked if Jim had the nerve to dare face their mother without a cent and in the rags he wore.

"That's what we ought to find out," Hugh told him. "I don't like the way he's sneaking around here. It looks as if he might be up to some game." "Oh! perhaps it's a tramp," suggested Thad, as the idea dawned upon his brain. "He may be meaning to break into the building, to sleep there to-night. I wouldn't put it past a hobo to steal anything he could find left in the lockers.

The anxiety in his big slack face was sincere beyond question. "'I can't find the banker man, Governor; he's skipped the coop. But I believe I can find what he's hid. "'Well, I said, 'go and find it. "The hobo jerked out his limp hands in a sort of hopeless gesture. "'Now, Governor, he whimpered, 'what good would it do me to find them plates? "'You'd get five thousand dollars, I said.

Well, I guess not!" said a furnishing goods friend, straightening up a little and lighting his cigar as a group of us sat around the radiator after supper one night in the Hoffman House. "I'll tell you, boys, I'd rather keep company with a hobo, than with a merchant who will place an order and then cancel it without just cause.

"Looks like a watcher," he said, "and if it is your friend's place the gate will be locked and barred. Why don't you get a warrant?" Beale shook his head. "He'd get wind of it and be gone. No, our way in is over the wall. The 'hobo' said there's a garden door somewhere." They left the car and walked down the hill and presently came to a corner of the high wall which surrounded Deans Folly.

"Give her the hull sack, dear," ordered the Captain. "I guess I think I really don't need the salt," stammered Mrs. Beaver. "Here, Eadie, don't go off mad. I didn't mean anything by what I said. I'd give half what I own this morning to a hobo if he'd ask for a crust of bread." "Thanks, Josiah. But I guess I got what I really come for. God bless you both!" With that she was gone.