They were also begging.
"It's a lickpenny place," said Jack.
"Somebody's got to do some 'arnin' to pay fer all the foolin' eround," Solomon answered.

"If I was to stay here I'd git myself ragged up like these 'ere savages and jine the tribe er else I'd lose the use o' my legs an' spend all my money bein' toted.

I ain't used to settin' down when I move, you hear to me." "I'll take you to Doctor Franklin's tailor," Jack proposed.
"Major Washington tol' me whar to go.

I got the name an' the street all writ down plain in my wallet but I got t' go hum." They had stopped at the door of the famous American.

Jack and Solomon went in and sat down with a dozen others to await their turn.
When they had been conducted to the presence of the great man he took Solomon's hand and said: "Mr.Binkus, I am glad to bid you welcome." He looked down at the sinewy, big-boned, right hand of the scout, still holding it.
"Will you step over to the window a moment and give me a look at your hands ?" he asked.
They went to the window and the Doctor put on his spectacles and examined them closely.
"I have never seen such an able, Samsonian fist," he went on.