He gave me a meal ticket this noon.

I know that wasn't much." Hurstwood smiled grimly, and the boy laughed.
"It ain't no fun, is it ?" he inquired, wishing vainly for a cheery reply.
"Not much," answered Hurstwood.
"I'd tackle him now," volunteered the youth.

"He may go 'way." Hurstwood did so.
"Isn't there some place I can stay around here to-night ?" he inquired.
"If I have to go back to New York, I'm afraid I won't." "There're some cots upstairs," interrupted the man, "if you want one of them." "That'll do," he assented.
He meant to ask for a meal ticket, but the seemingly proper moment never came, and he decided to pay himself that night.
"I'll ask him in the morning." He ate in a cheap restaurant in the vicinity, and, being cold and lonely, went straight off to seek the loft in question.

The company was not attempting to run cars after nightfall.

It was so advised by the police.
The room seemed to have been a lounging place for night workers.