After the woman and Slippery had exchanged other brief greetings all three went towards the rear of the hallway, and here she opened a door and bade them enter, and by the brilliant illumination they saw it was the dining room of the fiat.  Around its well provisioned dinner table were seated a number of men and women who in a most friendly, but noise avoiding manner, greeted Slippery and while they questioned him as to his latest movements, they gave Joe a chance to recover from the surprise that completely shocked him, when he discovered that this strangely secluded flat was the home of seven men and four women, all of the latter—­with the exception of the woman who had opened the door—­being barely more than young girls.

[Illustration:  Marie at the door]

CHAPTER XI.

“The Wages of Sin is Death.”

“Look here, friends,” remarked one of the men seated at the table, who was dressed in the height of fashion, and later proved to be the leader of the others, after he had greeted Slippery and had for a brief moment gazed at Joe, “Slippery has brought a road kid along with him, no doubt intending to imitate the ways of the accursed plingers and add another tramp to those who already hobo about the country.”  Slippery, to whom this tart rebuke was addressed, now explained that the lad by his side was his “pal”, and not his road kid; this explanation seemed to satisfy the speaker for he stretched out his hand and greeted Joe in a most cordial manner, while Slippery introduced him to the party, not by his honest Christian name, but by his road name, “Dakota Joe”.  But the next moment a far greater surprise was in store for the boy when Slippery commenced to introduce him to the well attired gentlemen and richly gowned ladies, whom he supposed, judging by their general appearance, were far removed from the level they had chosen for themselves, for presently Slippery announced the name of the “gentleman” with whom he had just shaken hands as “Bunko Bill”, and Joe’s unpleasant suspicions that he had been led into a nest of human vipers were greatly increased when his pal called off the names of the other inmates of the flat.  The nearest fellow was “Brooklyn Danny, the Dip”; the next one went by the name of “Buffalo Johnny, the Strong Arm Man”; the fourth responded to “Ohio Jack, the Sneak”; a neat looking fellow who sported a diamond stud upon his shirt bosom answered to the appropriate name of “Diamond Al”; while the criminal tendencies of the sixth were plainly stamped in his nickname, “Niagara Swifty, the Shop Lifter”, while the last one, a red-haired, wary-looking chap answered to the rather suggestive name of “Atlanta Jerry, the Hold-Up.”

Joe, who had heard at home the section men tell about the “monicker” every tramp bore, could not help but note that these “names-de-crime” which Slippery had just now given as the ones with which these gentlemen addressed each other, so very closely resembled those used by the hoboes that perhaps every one of the men before him had formerly been a road kid.