Chapter 9

At Thirteenth Street two blocks further north, the boys turned to the left and led Fin to a point where the street ended against a high board fence bounding the freight yards. There on the right was the junkyard heaped with its hopeless-looking impedimenta. Tucked into the corner where the two fences joined was a tumbledown store and dwelling displaying a few so-called antiques in the dusty window. “This here’s the place,” said Fin’s conductor, “and there’s the very guy himself inside.” Fin distributed dimes all ar…