...gravel for the honor of Rum Alley. He was throwing stones at howling urchins from Devil’s Row who were circling madly about the heap and pelting at hi... ...valiant roar, “dese micks can’t make me run.” Howls of renewed wrath went up from Devil’s Row throats. Tattered gamins on the right made a furious ass... ...was gone. He had bruises on twenty parts of his body, and blood was dripping from a cut in his head. His wan features wore a look of a tiny, insane de... ...And the reader of sounds might have seen the reply go forth from the ragged people: “Where’s our soup?” Jimmie and a companion sat in a rear seat and... ...ward his truck, he would drive fearfully upon a sidewalk, threatening untold people with annihilation. When an engine would strike a mass of blocked t... ...inding. Pete’s elegant occupation brought him, no doubt, into con tact with people who had money and manners. It was prob able that he had a large a... ...ory and the eternal moan of the proprietor: “What een hell do you sink I pie fife dolla a week for? Play? No, py damn.” She contemplated Pete’s man su...

...Excerpt: Chapter 1. A very little boy stood upon a heap of gravel for the honor of Rum Alley. He was throwing stones at howling urchins from Devil?s Row who were circling madly about the heap and pelting at him. His infantile countenance was livid with fury. His small body was writhing in the delivery of great, crimson oaths. ?Run, Jimmie, run! Dey?ll get yeh...