Buck Hawk, Detective
Although he had been in the company's employ for a long time, he had not yet sown the full measure of his wild outs, and knowing his failing, Turk was not surprised to find him "half the seas over" on reaching his room.
"Hillo! Sultan! jest in time, old feller. Got some prime stomach bitters here," Jones cried, at sight of the boy.
"Much obliged, Billy; I don't drink. You'd be better off if you wouldn't."
"Nonsense, what's the harm of a fellow having a little cheer, after getting out of prison? I believe in work when you work and smile when you play. What fetched you up from Black-cat, Turk?"
"Oh! I came to see you on business, Bill."
"Bah! business be hanged. No more business for me till eight to-morrow morning."
"But I say yes," Turk declared, firmly. "There's a big row goin' to be kicked up, and you're the chap that can stop it. Did you turn in the cash for my errand to-day?"
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