lessly. "A fellow can't travel around from place to place with nothing in his pocket."
"Why don't you settle down somewhere and go to work?"
"How can I when the detectives are on my track all the time? I guess I've got to quit the country before I'll be safe," he went on, as he attacked the articles of food on the table vigorously.
"I would give it all if you would only remain here and clear your name."
"Bah, Mary! I know my own business best. They are not going to jug Andy Gresson, not if he knows it. There is one thing I would like to do though."
"And what is that, Andy?"
"Choke the wind out of that young Bell! He came near having me arrested up at the Erie depot, in Newark, a few months ago."
"I always thought the Bells, nice folks," sighed Mrs. Gresson.
"The boy is no good," was Andy Gresson's comment, after several minutes of silence, during which he finished his brief meal. "There! now I feel better," he went on as he jumped up.
"What do you intend to do next?" asked his wife, in some anxiety.
"I came home to get a bit of money, and say good-bye, Mary. Let me have what you can spare."
