The moment Kansas Shorty, who had anxiously waited for this chance, had assured himself that the lads were soundly sleeping, he beckoned to his pal and both moved beyond the earshot of the sleepers.  “Slippery,” Kansas Shorty addressed his pal, “what do you think of our lucky catch in the ‘Road Kid Line’?  Don’t you think that we are the luckiest tramps that ever rambled over any railroad to make a catch of two healthy and good-looking lads as these two are?” And then after he had permitted his cunning eyes to wander back over the forms of the peacefully sleeping lads he continued:  “And wasn’t it funny to see how they appreciated the breakfasts we bought for them, the new store suits we paid for, and how eagerly they accepted our offer to permit them to hobo with us to Chicago, and how now they are blindly devoted to us, willing to follow us through Hades?” Here Kansas Shorty paused and added in a whisper, “And wouldn’t they be surprised if they knew the truth, that they had paid for their own as well as our meals, their new suits, their railroad tickets, and even the mulligan with their own money, as we are the ones who, during the darkness of the night robbed their bunks at the Golden Rule Hotel?” Then the two rascals broke into hearty laughter, as they recalled how, amongst the hundreds of the homeless wretches who lodged at the Golden Rule Hotel, they were the ones guilty of having stolen everything the twins possessed in the world, and when Kansas Shorty repeated:  “First we stole their clothes, then we found their well-filled purses, and now, to finish our streak of luck we have them thrown into the bargain,” they renewed their laughter, which was abruptly stopped when Kansas Shorty suddenly asked his pal what he intended to do with the lads.  “Of course we can take them to Chicago with us and find them some sort of a job, and thus rid ourselves of their presence,” answered Slippery, intending to shed himself of their useless company, and ever wary of trouble he wisely added, “Kansas Shorty, you well know the trite saying:  ’Two is company; three is a crowd; four is the road to disaster,’ so let us give the lads a square deal and take them with us to Chicago and ‘drop’ them there after finding employment for them.”  But hardly had he finished this well-meant suggestion, than Kansas Shorty almost in a rage retorted:  “Slippery, you are proving yourself to be a regular yegg by the soft talk you have just been giving me.  You belong to the class of men who steal and rob, while I am a “plinger”, and beg for a living.  To your kind a boy is a handicap, while to our class a good-looking boy is a most decided asset as a boy to us means a heavy increase of our incomes and of our comforts, and now you tell me that you are anxious to find jobs for these lads whom I could easily train into first-class Road Kids.”  Slippery, dumfounded at the almost monstrous proposition his comrade made, who was ready and willing to spoil the youngsters’ futures by transforming them