There, as he had expected, acting as marker, he found Coley.
Mike Cole, or Coley, as his devoted followers called him, was king of St.Joseph's ward.

Everywhere in the ward his word ran as law.

About two years ago Coley had deigned to favor the Institute with a visit, his gang following him.

They were welcomed with demonstrations of joy, and regaled with cakes and tea, all of which Coley accepted with lordly condescension.

After consideration, Coley decided that the night classes might afford a not unpleasant alternative on cold nights, to alley-ways and saloons, and he allowed the gang to join.