Joe let him pass without stirring a muscle; he knew him.

If you asked him for a drink, he offered you work.

But, as Jonah hesitated before facing the rain again, a sudden anger flamed in his mind at the sight of Jonah's gold watch-chain and silver-mounted umbrella.

Cripes, he knew that fellow when he knocked about with the Push, and now he was rolling in money! And with the sudden impulse of a suicide who throws himself under a train, he stepped up to Jonah.
"Could I 'ave a word with yer, Mr Jones ?" he mumbled.
"'Ello, Smacker! Just gittin' 'ome, like myself ?" said Jonah.
"Not much use gittin' 'ome to an empty 'ouse," said Joe, with a doleful whine, "an' I've earned nuthin' this week." "'Ow do yer expect to find work, when the only place yer look fer it is in the bottom of a beer-glass ?" said Jonah.
"I 'ave me faults, none knows better than meself," said Joe humbly, "but thinkin' of them won't fill me belly on a night like this." "Now look 'ere," said Jonah, "I'm in a 'urry.

I won't give yer any money, but if ye're 'ungry, come across the street, an' I'll buy yer a meal." Joe hesitated, but the thought of good money being wasted on food was too much for him, and he played his last card.
"Look, I'll tell yer straight, Mr Jones; it's no use tryin' to pull yer leg.