his arrival, he went out into the exercise-court and encoun~
tered -- Jack Duane!

The young fellow was so glad to see Jurgis that he al~
most hugged him. "By God, if it isn't 'the Stinker'!"
he cried. "And what is it -- have you been through a
sausage-machine?"

"No," said Jurgis, "but I've been in a railroad wreck
and a fight." And then, while some of the other prisoners
gathered round, he told his wild story; most of them
were incredulous, but Duane knew that Jurgis could never
have made up such a yarn as that.

"Hard luck, old man," he said, when they were alone;
"but maybe it's taught you a lesson."

"I've learned some things since I saw you last," said
Jurgis, mournfully. Then he explained how he had spent
the last summer, "hoboing it," as the phrase was. "And
you?" he asked, finally. "Have you been here ever
since?"

"Lord, no!" said the other. "I only came in the day
before yesterday. It's the second time they've sent me
up on a trumped-up charge -- I've had hard luck and can't
pay them what they want. Why don't you quit Chicago
with me, Jurgis?"

"I've no place to go," said Jurgis, sadly.

"Neither have I," replied the other, laughing lightly.
-- "But we'll wait till we get out and see."

In the Bridewell Jurgis met few who had been there the
last time, but he met scores of others, old and young, of
exactly the same sort. It was like breakers upon a beach;
there was new water, but the wave looked just the same.
He strolled about and talked with them, and the biggest
of them told tales of their prowess, while those who were
weaker, or younger and inexperienced, gathered round and
listened in admiring silence. The last time he was there,
Jurgis had thought of little but his family; but now he
was free to listen to these men, and to realize that he was
one of them, -- that their point of view was his point of
view, and that the way they kept themselves alive in the
world was the way he meant to do it in future.

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