CHAPTER XVIII.
AN ADVENTURE AT 'TWEEN BRIDGES.
"BONY, my friend, I am weary of this," said the Missing Link.
The Living Skeleton, who had been drowsing on his chair, beat the flies off and groaned.
"So'm I." he replied, "but what's a cove t' do ?" "Sneak my key out of the Professor's tent, and let's go and have a drop of something." "It ain't t' be thought of, Nickie," said Matty Cann, "where'd my livin' be?
The Professor ud give me the run, an' there's the missus an' the kids." "No fear, he can't pick up Living Skeletons at every Street corner.
Living Skeletons are rarer than you think.

Why, a man of your physique could get a Living Skeleton billet almost anywhere.

What you want is a little more impudence and self-respect Matty.

An artist like you ought to be able to make his own terms, and not be tied up like a calculating dog or a two-headed calf." "D'yeh think so ?" said Matty, eagerly.
"Of course I do.

Now, you just pinch the key of my cage.