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n we're leavin', after we gets our street clothes on, De Mott stops us. "'There's a way you can both get back,' he says to the chicken. "'When I sell out,' says she, 'it'll be to a real man for real money, not to a cheap ham-fat for a forty-dollar job.' "The chicken won't stay at the hotel where the bunch is that night, so we both moves over to another. When we pays our bill I have seven bucks left 'n' she has six. "'We'll decide what to do in the morning, Blister,' she says. 'I've got a headache, so I think I'll hit the hay.' "She goes to her room 'n' I sets 'n' studies how this is goin' to wind up, till three o'clock. "We has breakfast together the next mawnin' about noon. "'Well,' says the chicken, 'I've been up against it before, but this is tougher than usual. Everybody I know is broke or badly bent.' "'Same here,' I says. "'You poor kid!' she says. 'What'll you do?' "'Don't worry none about me,' I says. 'I can get to New Awlins somehow--they're racin' down there. But what about you?' "'If I could get back East,' she says, 'I know a floor-walker at Macy's who'll stake me to a job till I can get placed.' "'You stick around here,' I says, when we're through eatin'. 'I'll go out 'n' give the burg a lookin' over.' "'I've got that Johnny's phone number,' she says. 'I wonder if he'd stand for a touch without getting too fresh?' "I goes to the desk 'n' wigwags the clerk. He's a fair-haired boy with a alabaster dome. "'Are they runnin' poolrooms in the village?' I says. "'Yes, sir,' he says. 'Pool and billiard room just across the street.' "'Much obliged,' I says. I see the tomtit ain't got a man's size chirp in him, so I goes outside 'n' hunts up a bull. "'Can you wise me up to a pony bazaar in this neck of the woods?' I says to him. "'Go chase yourself,' he says. 'What do you think I am--a capper?' "'Be a sport,' I says. 'Come through with the info--I ain't a live one. I'm a chalker, 'n' I'm flat. I'm lookin' fur a job.' "He sizes me up fur quite a while. "'Well,' he says at last, 'I guess if they trim you they'll earn it. Go down two blocks, then half a block to your right and take a squint at the saloon with the buffalo head over the bar.' "I finds the saloon easy enough. "'Make it a tall one,' I says to the barkeep. "While I'm lappin' up the drink, a guy walks in 'n' goes through a door at the other end of the booze parlor. "'Where does that doo
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