CHAPTER XXI
A FREE RIDE
The hogshead in which Ralph had ensconced himself was made of loose, defective staves. He found himself facing an aperture, through which he could look quite readily.
Two persons entered the room. One was Ike Slump. The other Ralph recognized as the second-hand dealer, Cohen. The latter carried a lamp, which he placed on a shelf. He closed the door after him, and sat down on a box. Ralph's range of vision was immediately impeded. Ike had lifted himself to the edge of the hogshead and perched there, his feet dangling and beating a tattoo on the staves with his heels.
"Now then, Slump," were Cohen's first words, "you're bound to leave?"
"Haven't I got to?" demanded Ike testily. "I'm in a nice box, I am—lost my job, don't dare to go home, and no money."
"I gave you some."
"A measly ten dollars in a week, not a fiftieth part of what I brought in. See here, Cohen, you
