The fellow turned a keen

  • The fellow turned a keen, watchful face on the inquirer.

    "You mean eat?" he replied.

    "Yes, and sleep knockoff oakleys.  I can't go back to New York to-night."

    "The foreman 'll fix that if you ask him, I guess.  He did me."

    "That so?"

    "Yes.  I just told him I didn't have anything.  Gee, I couldn't
    go home.  I live way over in Hoboken."

    Hurstwood only cleared his throat by way of acknowledgment.

    "They've got a place upstairs here

    , I understand.  I don't know
    what sort of a thing it is.  Purty tough, I guess.  He gave me a
    meal ticket this noon.  I know that wasn't much."

    Hurstwood smiled grimly, and the boy laughed.

    "It ain't no fun, is it?" he inquired, wishing vainly for a
    cheery reply.

    "Not much," answered Hurstwood.

    "I'd tackle him now replica oakleys," volunteered the youth.  "He may go 'way."

    Hurstwood did so.

    "Isn't there some place I can stay around here to-night?" he
    inquired.  "If I have to go back to New York, I'm afraid I won't"

    "There're some cots upstairs," interrupted the man, "if you want
    one of them."

    "That'll do," he assented.

    He meant to ask for a meal ticket, but the seemingly proper
    moment never came fake oakley polarized sunglasses, and he decided to pay himself that night.

    "I'll ask him in the morning."

    He ate in a cheap restaurant in the vicinity, and, being cold and
    lonely, went straight off to seek the loft in question.  The
    company was not attempting to run cars after nightfall.  It was
    so advised by the police.