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Show 175 a single dime from all the stuff you pawned. You didn't even have to feed me, because those pig Irish, as you call them, took pity on us and gave us food. So I'm keeping this coat and hat that Irish woman wanted me to have. She has more...decency!...in her little fingernail than you have in your whole filthy body." "Don't get sore. You can keep the coat," Sam answered meekly. "Only, let's not gum up the works on this little operation we're running." "Go fall on your face," Karl told him. "I'm going home." Karl walked rapidly along Jefferson Street toward the waterfront, not turning back to see whether Sam was following. He planned to search the docks for the J. Pierpont Morgan. If she was in port, he'd ask Norris if he could work for passage back to Erie. Before he did any of that, though, he'd have to find Andy and tell him he was heading for home. Maybe by now Andy would be ready to return to Canaan, too. At the hobo jungle under the stone overpass, Karl learned that Andy had left a message for him. Jake the Butcher, a gentle hobo with rheumy eyes, told Karl, "Your pal said you was to meet him at seven o'clock tonight in the Fort Street Union Depot. Say, where'd you get them clothes? You look like a real swell." "The Fort Street Union Depot?" Karl asked. "Where's that?" "On Fort Street, where do you think? Fort and Third." "Thanks, Jake. I need to get passage on a steamship across the lake. Do you know if the J. Pierpont Morgan is docked here?" |