Joe gazed enviously at the row of down-turned faces.
They were all going to their homes, while he--he was going he knew not whither, at the will of French Pete.

He was half tempted to cry out for help; but the foolishness of such an act struck him, and he held his tongue.

Turning his head, his eyes wandered along the smoky heights of the city, and he fell to musing on the strange way of men and ships on the sea.
'Frisco Kid watched him from the corner of his eye, following his thoughts as accurately as though he spoke them aloud.
"Got a home over there somewheres ?" he queried suddenly, waving his hand in the direction of the city.
Joe started, so correctly had his thought been guessed.

"Yes," he said simply.
"Tell us about it." Joe rapidly described his home, though forced to go into greater detail because of the curious questions of his companion.

'Frisco Kid was interested in everything, especially in Mrs.Bronson and Bessie.