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 he looked at me as cool as could be. 'Who do you think I am?' he asked me, as though I didn't know him in Bowery 'suitings'; for he had on the whole get-up of his friends, Steve. I gave him up, I tell you; and he wasn't drunk, either. Since he didn't know me, I decided I wouldn't know him, next time I saw him here; so I passed him outside just now without speaking. He came after me and asked why. I told him; and what do you suppose he did? Denied he'd even been on the east side Saturday; he said I hadn't seen him; that wasn't he."

"It wasn't, Jim," I said. "Jerry was with me all Saturday on Broadway. We never got east of Fifth Avenue at all."

"That's right, Steve. Stand up for him; I would, too," Jim said; and nothing I could say would shake him that he'd seen Jerry. He was so sure about it, and so were the rest of the bunch who'd been with him, that it got me wondering, particularly when I remembered later that Jerry hadn't stayed with me all Saturday; we were separated for a couple of hours.

I said nothing to him about it; and it soon blew over until, a couple of months later, another bunch of fellows from the college ran into Jerry on the same side of town, but peacefully,