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Updated: May 17, 2025
Bloody Mike swore that the stranger was a 'rare gentleman', and asked his pardon; Ragged Pete grasped his hand in a transport of friendship; the young thief declared he was 'one of the b'hoys from home; the negro and the prostitute crawled from under the table, and thanked him with hoarse and drunken voices; the vagabond and well-dressed man on the table, both rolled off, and 'called on. And the stranger threw upon the counter a handful of silver, and bade them 'drink it up.
"Just what every young prig from the North is sure to say at first, but they get to be one of the 'fast ones' at last. I was quite sober myself when I first came here. I was from the land of steady habits, ye see the only son of my mother, and she was a widder; but she died, and nobody cared for me here, so I just joined the b'hoys, and learned how to enjoy myself."
Berkley shook his head, and they went to the windows; below them surged the flood of dead wood driven before the oncoming waves haggard men, ragged men, small boys, darkies, Bowery b'hoys, stray red-shirted firemen, then the police, then solid double ranks of drums battered by flashing, brass-bound drumsticks, then line after line of blue and steel, steadily flowing through the streets and away, away into the unknown.
"And that is dead right, me b'hoys," nodded Arthur Street, who was known at Yale as Easy Street, on account of his free-and-easy way. Merriwell hesitated. He was in for any kind of honest sport, but he did not quite fancy the idea of stealing turkeys. "Why don't we buy our turkeys at the markets?" he asked. The other lads stared at him in astonishment. "Buy them!" they shouted.
"Come, b'hoys!" cried Lobster Bob, "let's have a squeeze of music from Billy, afore the boat comes up"; and, plumping down one of his creels in the middle of the crowd, he lifted up the musician, and seated him upon the rough, cold oysters, a throne fitter, certainly, for a follower of Neptune than a votary of Apollo.
My dress was completed by a biscuit tin suspended by a band from my shoulder and in which I rattled my money. On the face of the tin I wrote Come along! Come along!! Come along!!! Always open to make. Always open to lose. Come along B'hoys! I then stood on a box and told the tale characteristic of a man at the fair for the first time in my life.
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