Two or three persons came out of a street near by and walked past.

Philip knew them and said good-evening.

They thought he was helping some drunken man, a thing he had often done, and they went along without stopping.

Again the street was deserted.
"What will you do now?
Where will you go ?" "God knows.

I am an outcast on His earth!" "Have you no home ?" "Home! Yes; the gutter, the street, the bottom of the river." "My brother!" Philip laid his hand on the man's shoulder, "come home with me, have something to eat, and stay with me for a while." The man looked up and stared at Philip through the semi-darkness.
"What, go home with you! That would be a good one after trying to hold you up! I'll tell you what you ought to do.