"Sheehan says I done it, eh?" he questioned.

"That's what he says."

"I wasn't within a mile of Schneider's that night," protested
Billy.

"The Lieut thinks different," said Lasky. "He'd be only
too glad to soak you; for you've always been too slick to
get nicked before. Orders is out to get you, and if I were
you I'd beat it and beat it quick. I don't have to tell you
why I'm handing you this, but it's all I can do for you.
Now take my advice and make yourself scarce, though
you'll have to go some to make your get-away now--every
man on the force has your description by this time."

Billy turned without a word and walked east in the alley
toward Lincoln Street. Lasky returned to Robey Street. In
Lincoln Street Billy walked north to Kinzie. Here he entered
the railroad yards. An hour later he was bumping out of
town toward the West on a fast freight. Three weeks later
he found himself in San Francisco. He had no money, but
the methods that had so often replenished his depleted
exchequer at home he felt would serve the same purpose here.

Being unfamiliar with San Francisco, Billy did not know
where best to work, but when by accident he stumbled upon
a street where there were many saloons whose patrons were
obviously seafaring men Billy was distinctly elated. What