Excerpt: ... a swift, mental decision, and pipped him by the shoulder. "You come with me," he commanded. "I"ve got something important I want to tell you. Come on-if you can walk." "Course I c"n walk all righ". Shertainly I can walk. Wha"s makes you think I can"t walk? Want to inshult me? "Sall my friends here-no secrets from my friends. Wha"s want tell me? Shay it here." Kent was a big man; that is to say, he was tall, well-muscled and active. But so was Manley. Kent tried the power of persuasion, leaving force as a last, doubtful result. In fifteen minutes or thereabouts he had succeeded in getting Manley outside the door, and there he balked. "Wha"s matter wish you?" he complained, pulling back. "C"m on back "n" have drink. Wha"s wanna tell me?" "You wait. I"ll tell you all about it in a minute. I"ve got something to show you, and I don"t want the bunch to get next. Savvy?" He had a sickening sense that the subterfuge would not have deceived a five-year-old child, but it was accepted without question. He led Manley stumbling up the street, evading a direct statement as to his destination, pulled him off the board walk, and took him across a vacant lot well sprinkled with old shoes and tin cans. Here Manley fell down, and Kent"s patience was well tested before he got him up and going again. "Where y" goin"?" Manley inquired pettishly, as often as he could bring his tongue to the labor of articulation. "You wait and I"ll show you," was Kent"s unvaried reply. At last he pushed open a door and led his victim into the darkness of a small, windowless building. "It"s in here-back against the wall, there," he said, pulling Manley after him. By feeling, and by a good sense of location, he arrived at a rough bunk built against the farther wall, with a blanket or two upon it. "There you are," he announced grimly. "You"ll have a sweet time getting anything to drink here, old boy. When you"re sober enough to face your wife and have some show of squaring yourself...