"Go down to Chatham Square, an' den any guy'll show youse Chang Foo's." He winked confidentially.

"I guess youse won't bump yer head none gettin' around inside." Jimmie Dale nodded, grinned back, emptied his glass, and dug for a coin.
"Forget it!" observed the barkeeper cordially.

"Dis is on me.

Any friend of de Wowzer's gets de glad hand here any time." "T'anks!" said Jimmie Dale gratefully, as he turned away.

"So long, then--see youse later." Chang Foo's! Jimmie Dale's face set even a little harder than it had before, as he swung on again down the Bowery.