Cinder Path Tales

AND EVERY ONE A WINNER 175 while the crowdsurges past, and hold a coun­ cil of war. Harding suggests that our best plan is to form a rush line, letting none pass until they tell all they know about "Dennis Sullivan, the copper." This proposition is hajled with delight by all but Tom and me, and though weare inthe minorityour oppo­ sition succeeds. To spread a drag-net across a Bowery sidewalk Ibelieve to be a decidedly hazardous proceeding,and likely toresult in the catching of fish too big to land. We finally form, withPaddy ahead,then Jimand Harry, Tom and myself bringing up the rear. We had not taken a dozen steps before Paddy halts a tough-looking chap with "Do yes know me cousin, Dinny Sullivan? "The prisoner wears a very short sack-coat, plaid trowsers, and a tall silk hat. He has a "mouse" under one eye, and the other, though lacking the honorable decoration of its companion, is red and angry. His mus­ tache is closely clipped and dyed a deathly black; the cigar in the extreme corner of his mouth is tilted at an acute angle. He blows a cloud of smoke overPaddy's shoulder, and looks us all over suspiciously,each in turn. Now, we are rather a formidable party: Paddy and Jim as big as houses, Tom tall and angular, myselfa rugged specimen, and Harry, thoughnot adding much to ourphys-