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But here in Kansas City, ae city, it was different Here the nextfor him, or if not then the very first policee--and Bridge would get five hundred dollars Just then Bridge burst forth into poetry: In a flannel shirt from earth's clean dirt, Here, pal, is my calloused hand! Oh, I love each day as a rover h for ypsy of God am I Then here's a hail to-"Say," he interrupted hi ourselves around that swell feed you were speaking of?"

Billy rose It didn't see to double-cross him

In a flannel shirt from earth's clean dirt, Here, pal, is my calloused hand!

Billy repeated the lines half aloud They renewed his confidence in Bridge, somehow

"Like them?" asked the latter

"Yes," said Billy; "s'o and dine How about the Midland?" and he grinned at his little joke as he led the way toward the street

It was late afternoon The sun already had set; but it still was too light for la-place of which he knehere a ht dine well and fro his eyes open for detectives They had passed no uniforht he--unless Bridge intended tipping off headquarters on the quiet and having the pinch one to bed

As they reached the little restaurant, which was in a basee motioned Billy down ahead of him Just for an instant he, himself, paused at the head of the stairs and looked about As hedid so a man stepped from the shadow of a doorway upon the opposite side of the street

If Bridge saw hin, for he turned slowly and with deliberate steps followed Billy down into the eating-place