Morton patted his arm and did not answer for a while. Then: "Yuh, I know how you mean. And it's good of you to like beating it around with me. But you sure got the exaggerated idee of me. And you'd get sick of the holes I'm likely to land in."
There was a certain pride which seemed dreadfully to shut Mr. Wrenn out as Morton added: "Why, man, I'm going to do all of Europe. From the Turkish jails to--oh, St. Petersburg.... You made good on the Merian, all right. But you do like things shipshape."
"Oh, I'd--"
"We might stay friends if we busted up now and met in New York again. But not if you get into all sorts of bum places w--"
"Why, look here, Morty--"
"--with me.... However, I'll think it over. Let's not talk about it till to-morrow."
"Oh, please do think it over, Morty, old man, won't you? And to-night you'll let me take you to a music-hall, won't you?"
"Uh--yes," Morton hesitated.
A music-hall--not mere vaudeville! Mr. Wrenn could hardly keep his feet on the pavement as they scampered to it and got ninepenny seats. He would have thought it absurd to pay eighteen cents for a ticket, but pence--They were out at nine-thirty. Happily tired, Mr. Wrenn suggested that they go to a temperance hotel at his expense, for he had read in Baedeker that temperance hotels were respectable--also cheap.
"No, no!" frowned Morton. "Tell you what you do, Bill. You go to a hotel, and I'll beat it down to a lodging-house on Duke Street.... Juke Street!... Remember how I ran onto Pete on the street? He told me you could get a cot down there for fourpence."
"Aw, come on to a hotel. Please do! It 'd just hurt me to think of you sleeping in one of them holes. I wouldn't sleep a bit if--"
"Say, for the love of Mike, Wrenn, get wise! Get wise, son! I'm not going to sponge on you, and that's all there is to it."
Bill Wrenn strode into their company for a minute, and quoth the terrible Bill: "Well, you don't need to get so sore about it. I don't go around asking folks can I give 'em a meal ticket all the time, let me tell you, and when I do--Oh rats! Say, I didn't mean to get huffy, Morty. But, doggone you, old man, you can't shake me this easy. I sye, old top, I'm peeved; yessir. We'll go Dutch to a lodging-house, or even walk the streets."
"All right, sir; all right. I'll take you up on that. We'll sleep in an areaway some place."