out for a good time. I've got money. Look here!" He
drew out the roll of bills and showed it to her. Her eyes opened wide.
She had never known him to have much money.

"Lots more where that comes from."

A new look flashed into her eyes, not cupidity, but purpose.

She was instantly cunning.

"Aren't you going to give me some of that?"

"What for?"

"I--I want some clothes."

The very drunk have the intuition sometimes of savages or brute beasts.

"You lie."

"I want it for Johnny Rosenfeld."

He thrust it back into his pocket, but his hand retained its grasp of
it.

"That's it," he complained. "Don't lemme be happy for a minute! Throw it
all up to me!"

"You give me that for the Rosenfeld boy, and I'll go out with you."

"If I give you all that, I won't have any money to go out with!"

But his eyes were wavering. She could see victory.

"Take off enough for the evening."

But he drew himself up.

"I'm no piker," he said largely. "Whole hog or nothing. Take it."

He held it out to her, and from another pocket produced the eighty
dollars, in crushed and wrinkled notes.

"It's my lucky day," he said thickly. "Plenty more where this came from.
Do anything for you. Give it to the little devil. I--" He yawned. "God,
this place is hot!"

His head dropped back on his chair; he propped his sagging legs on a
stool. She knew him--knew that he would sleep almost all night.
She would have to make up something to tell the other girls; but no
matter--she could attend to that later.

She had never had a thousand dollars in her hands before. It seemed
smaller than that amount. Perhaps he had lied to her. She paused, in
pinning on her hat, to count the bills. It was all there.

CHAPTER XXVII

K. spent all of the evening of that day with Wilson. He was not to go
for Joe until eleven o'clock. The injured man's vitality was standing
him in good stead. He had asked for Sidney and she was at his bedside.
Dr. Ed had gone.

"I'm going, Max. The office is full, they tell me," he said, bending
over the bed. "I'll come in later, and if they'll make me a shakedown,
I'll stay with you to-night."

The answer was faint, broken but distinct. "Get some sleep...I've been a
poor stick...try to do better--" His roving eyes fell on the dog collar
on the stand. He smiled, "Good old Bob!" he said, and put his hand over
Dr. Ed's, as it lay on the bed.

K. found Sidney in the room, not sitting, but standing by the wi