"He's keeping it up!" The oysters were eaten, and then it was "Come on, boys;" and away they went up Fulton Street to Broadway.

They walked two and two, as well as the streams of people would let them, but the Hart boys kept a little in the rear.
"What do you think of it, Joe ?" "Think of what ?" "Walking over New York with Dick Lee, just as if he was one of us ?" "Guess nobody'll think we're walking with him.

Anybody can tell what we are, just by looking at us." "Dick's face shows just what he is too.

I don't care for this once, but it's awful." If any such thought were troubling Ford Foster, he made no confession of it, and was even specially careful, now and then, to turn around and address some remark or other to "the member from Africa," as he called him.
"Dick," said Dab in an undertone, as they were leaving the market, "you look out, now: you must have as good a time as any of us, or I won't feel right about it." "Jes' you sail right ahead, Cap'n Dab.

I's on hand." Ford was determined to "do the honors," and he led them down Broadway to the Battery before he started "up town;" and he had something to say about a great many of the buildings.