When I gits to Jersey I takes one o' the little rocks an' goes into a place an' shows it to the bar-keep.

He gives me a lot o' booze for it, an' I guess I gits considerable lit up, an' he also gives me some money to pay ferry fare, an' the next thing I knows I'm nabbed over in the hock-shop.

I guess I _was_ lit up good, 'cause if I'd 'a' been right I wouldn't 'a' went to the hock-shop an' got pinched." He glanced around at the five other men in the room, and he read belief in each face, whereupon he drew a breath of relief.
"What town was it ?" asked the chief.
"Little place named Coaldale." "Coaldale," the chief repeated thoughtfully.

"Where is that ?" "About forty or fifty miles out'n Jersey" said Haney.
"I know the place," remarked Mr.Birnes.
"You are sure, Haney ?" said the chief after a pause.

"You are sure you don't know this other man's name ?" "I don't know it, Boss." "Who was the man you robbed ?" "I don't know." The chief arose quickly, and the prisoner cringed in his seat.
"I don't know," he went on protestingly.