Dab felt his respect for city boys increasing rapidly, and Dick remarked,-- "Ef he don't know dis coas' mos' as well as I know de bay!" It looked like it, and he also seemed to be on terms of easy acquaintance with some of the human "fish" they fell in with.

Not that he spoke to any of them; but he pointed out the several kinds,--policemen, firemen, messenger-boys, loafers, brokers, post-office carriers, a dozen more, with a degree of confidence which fairly astonished his friends.
"I could learn to tell all of them that wear uniforms, myself," said Dabney; "but how do you know the others ?" "How do I know 'em?
Well, it's just like knowing a miller or a blacksmith, when you see him.

They all have some kind of smut on them that comes from their trade." There may have been something in that, or it may be barely possible that Ford now and then mixed his men a little, and pointed out brokers as "gamblers," and busy attorneys as probable pickpockets.

He may have been too confident.
On they went, till the brains of all but Ford and Frank were in a sort of whirl.

Even Dab Kinzer was contented to look without talking; and Dick Lee, although he had not a word to say, found unusual difficulty in keeping his mouth shut.