That's what we done.

I goes up an' takes a few looks aroun', then I whistles an' he appears from the back, an' goes up to the kitchen for a handout.

The old guy opens the door, an' he goes in.

About a minute later he comes out an' gives me a handful o' little rocks--them I had--an' we go away.

He catches a freight goin' west, an' I swings one for Jersey City." "When was this ?" demanded Chief Arkwright.
"What's to-day ?" asked Haney in turn.
"This is Sunday morning." "Well, it was yesterday mornin' sometime, Saturday.