"Make as much as most on 'em!"

Yes; but then, yer see,

They've only got one to do for,—

There's two on us, Jack and me.

Him?—Why, that little feller

With a curus lookin' back,

Sittin' there on the gratin',

Warmin' hisself,—that's Jack.

Used to go round sellin' papers,

The cars there was his lay;

But he got shoved off of the platform

Under the wheels one day.

Fact,—the conductor did it,—

Gin him a reg'lar throw,—

He didn't care if he killed him;

Some on 'em is just so.

He's never been all right since, sir,

Sorter quiet and queer;

Him and me goes together,

He's what they call cashier.

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