Chapter V
At nine in the evening, sharp to the second, clad in his oldest clothes, Young d**k met Tim Hagan at the Ferry Building.
“ No use headin’ north,” said Tim. “Winter’ll come on up that way and make the sleepin’ crimpy. D’ye want to go East—that means Nevada and the deserts.”
“ Any other way?” queried Young d**k. “What’s the matter with south? We can head for Los Angeles, an’ Arizona, an’ New Mexico—oh, an’ Texas.”
“ How much money you got?” Tim demanded.
“ What for?” Young d**k countered.
“ We gotta get out quick, an’ payin’ our way at the start is quickest. Me—I’m all hunkydory; but you ain’t. The folks that’s lookin’ after you’ll raise a roar. They’ll have more detectives out than you can shake at stick at. We gotta dodge ’em, that’s what.”
“ Then we will dodg
