So they came out of the big station to Forty-second Street, where they found themselves confronted by a taxi driver and the question: "Where ?" "I dunno," said Ronicky to Bill.

"Your reading tell you anything about the hotels in this here town ?" "Not a thing," said Bill, "because I never figured that I'd be fool enough to come this far away from my home diggings.

But here I am, and we don't know nothing." "Listen, partner," said Ronicky to the driver.

"Where's a fair-to-medium place to stop at ?" The taxi driver swallowed a smile that left a twinkle about his eyes which nothing could remove.

"What kind of a place?
Anywhere from fifty cents to fifty bucks a night." "Fifty dollars!" exclaimed Bill Gregg.