Get down there by that big gum sign.

I'll find you, all right." "I'll be there." Bud thrust the key and another ten dollars into his pocket and turned away.
"And don't say anything--" "Do I look like an open-faced guy ?" The man laughed.

"Not much, or I wouldn't have picked you for the trip." He hurried down to the depot platform, for his train was already whistling, farther down the yards.
Bud looked after him, the corners of his mouth taking their normal, upward tilt.

It began to look as though luck had not altogether deserted him, in spite of the recent blow it had given.

He slid the wrapped number plates into the inside pocket of his overcoat, pushed his hands deep into his pockets, and walked up to the cheap hotel which had been his bleak substitute for a home during his trouble.