Samuel Adams Drake,
The Young Vigilantes: A Story of California Life in the Fifties
“ I reached for my neckerchief, thinkin' how I should get away without being seen, when a boy's voice gave a shout, 'Towser! Towser!' and then I knew it was all up, for that boy had raked down my neckerchief with the hay, and he knew there was a tramp somewhere about."The long and short of it is, that the dog chased me till I was ready to drop or until another and a bigger one came out of a yard and tackled him. Then it was dog eat dog."When I got to Boston it was night. I had no money. I didn't know where to go. [Pg 36] Tired's no name for it. I was dead-beat. ”
