I'm looking for a friend, and I'd like to leave my bag here for the night." "Sure, sure," said the Irishman heartily.

"Put it there in the office--on top o' the desk.

It'll be all right." So I put it in the office and was about to say good-bye, when my friend said to me: "Come in, partner, and have a drink before you go"-- and he pointed to a nearby saloon.
"Thank you," I answered heartily, for I knew it was as fine a bit of hospitality as he could offer me, "thank you, but I must find my friend before it gets too late." "Aw, come on now," he cried, taking my arm.

"Sure you'll be better off for a bit o' warmth inside." I had hard work to get away from them, and I am as sure as can be that they would have found supper and a bed for me if they had known I needed either.
"Come agin," Healy shouted after me, "we're glad to see a farmer any toime." My way led me quickly out of the well-groomed and glittering main streets of the town.

I passed first through several blocks of quiet residences, and then came to a street near the river which was garishly lighted, and crowded with small, poor shops and stores, with a saloon on nearly every corner.