Tell him I'm sick, to come in a hurry with
the car."
"Sure!" said Mickey. "But hadn't we better wait 'til morning now, and get
you rested and fed up a little?"
"No," said Junior. "The sooner he sees the fix I'm in the better he will
realize that I'm not a quitter; but that this ain't just the place for me.
Mickey, did you ever go through this? Why do I get it so awful hard?"
"It's because the regulars can tell a mile off you are country, Junior,"
said Mickey. "All my life I've been on the streets so they knew me for
city born, and supposed I'd friends to trace them and back me if they
abused me; and then, I always look ahead sharp, and don't trust a living
soul about alleys. You say the next escape but one? I've got to find them,
and get back my things. I want mother's, and Lily and I can't live this
winter with no bed, and no stove, and nothing at all."
"I'm sorry about your mother's things Mickey, but don't worry over the
rest," said Junior. "Pa and Ma won't ever be willing to give up Peaches
again, I can see that right now, and if they keep her, they will have to
take you too, because of course you can't be separated from her; your
goods, I'll pay back.
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