I have his number, but I don't know how to get to Cuthbert Road." "Then turn straight about and go down the first street, and you'll reach it before the trolley-car you see up there can strike this corner.

But first, sew up your pockets.

There's a bad block between you and the markets." Sweetwater slapped his trousers and laughed.
"I wasn't born yesterday," he cried; and following the officer's directions, made straight for the Road.

"Worse than the alley," he muttered; "but too near to be slighted.

I wonder if I shouldn't have borrowed somebody's old coat." It had been wiser, certainly.