He decided, however, to try the old game first.
"It may be worth something to you if you can make good," he said, with a confidential shrug of his near shoulder.
The tramp thrust out his chin with a gesture of disgust.

"Nothin' doin'! You can keep your plunks.

I don't want 'em.

I know you fellers--I got onto your curves when I was on my uppers.

When you can't get your flippers on the right man you slip 'em on the first galoot you catch, and I want to tell you right here that you can't mix Mr.O'Day in this business, for he don't know nothin' about it, nor anything else that's crooked.