cold and stiff.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Hurrah! The man was alive, anyway, for now he did stir drowsily, and
mumbled as if objecting. Charley noticed that his hands were clenched
tightly over the side-pockets of his old jacket, where the corners were
drawn into his lap.

"Wake up! You'd better get out of here. You'll freeze. Want me to
help you?"

Charley tried to lift the man, and to force him to move; but the man
sat as a dead weight, and only mumbled crossly, and held back.

"Oh, crickity!" despaired Charley. "I'll have to get somebody to help.
He's half frozen already. That's what's the matter with him."

Charley bolted out, to peer up and down the dusky white street. He had
a notion to run to a little store about a block away, when he saw a man
walking hastily along on the opposite side of the street. Out into the
middle of the street floundered Charley, and hailed him.

"Hello! Can you please come over here a minute?"

"Sure, sonny." And he turned off, curiously approaching. "What is it
you want, now?"

"There's a man freezing to death in the doorway, yonder," said Charley,
excited. "He ought to be taken out."

"Who is he?"

"I don't know."

"What doorway, sonny?"

"That one. I'll show you." And Charley led off, the other man
following him. He was a dark complexioned, sharp-faced man, with a
little black moustache and a long drooping nose. He had bright black,
narrow eyes, piercing but rather shifty. He wore a round fur cap and
an overcoat with a cape.

The figure in the stairway entrance sat exactly as Charley had left
him, except that he appeared to have gathered his coat pockets tighter.

"See?" directed Charley.

"Humph!" The long-nosed man peered in keenly. "Drunk, isn't he?" And
he ordered roughly: "Come! get out o' here! Stir your stumps. This is
no place to sleep."

The figure mumbled and swayed.

"I don't think he's drunk," ventured Charley. "He doesn't act like it,
does he?"

"I dunno," grunted the long-nosed man, as if irritated. He reached in
and, as Charley had done, but more rudely, grasped the figure by the
shoulder; shook him and attempted to drag him forward; raised him a few
inches and let him drop back again.

"We can't do anything. He looks like a beggar, anyhow. I'll see if I
can find a watchman, on my way down town, and send him up."

That sounded inhuman, and Charley, for one, could not think of letting
the figure huddle there, in the c