into common beggars, failed to find an immediate answer, and now Kansas Shorty, abusively speaking, continued:  “You, Slippery, have been my rambling-male for almost a month, but now I propose that we part comradeship and you travel on to Chicago and let me take charge of these sleeping lads, as I do not wish other plingers to know that I have been guilty enough to permit two likely looking lads to slip through my hands by permitting them to accept employment, and” he added as a sort of final argument, “when I take charge of these kids, I shall know how to keep my bread well buttered.”

Although Slippery himself was a confirmed criminal, he bore only the deepest of loathing for that class of scoundrels of which Kansas Shorty had proudly proclaimed himself a member, and his hatred of the begging class of tramps welled up in him and with a sudden movement his hand swung back to his hip pocket and glaring in a most menacing manner at Kansas Shorty he waited for further developments.  Seeing that Slippery meant business, this scoundrel now took recourse in diplomacy.  “Slippery, old pal,” the miserable coward stammered, while at the same time his eyes followed the yegg’s arm down to where he saw his hand gripping a large caliber revolver, and although perceiving his danger should he further provoke the anger of his pal, he was unwilling to give up the youngsters without at least a struggle, “what is the use of two such chums as we have been until this moment, to quarrel about a couple of good-for-nothing runaway kids?  Let me make you a fair proposition.  You said that two is company, while three is a crowd, and as I am sure you will not court the risk to drag two road kids with you past all the Johnny Laws (policemen) who will get wise to you when you have a “family” hoboing with you, I propose that you take one of these lads with you to Chicago, while I shall take it upon me to look after the other one,” and when he noted that Slippery’s hand had loosened its grip from the pistol, he said in almost pleading tones, “two of them will be entirely too many for you, while one will make a good companion for you in yegging, and the other one will make a good assistant for me in plinging, and to promptly settle the question whom each one is to take let’s flip a dollar into the air, and if it falls with the head up you take your choice, while if the eagle turns up I have the first pick.”

Slippery gave in to Kansas Shorty’s plausible argument because he not only wished to avoid bloodshed, but he also realized that the two lads would be a handicap to him, as he had his face and Bertillon measurements in every rogue’s gallery in the country, and he saw a chance to thus peaceably rid himself of his companion, whom he now despised far more than he would a rattlesnake.