hobo

The point is that not one of the eight was really Hobo Harry.

I had been readin' the papers, and I had seen a lot about Hobo Harry in 'em.

They think only that she is Hobo Harry's wife, or sister, or sweetheart, or something like that.

Hobo miners, the most expert of their craft, and begging their grub on the trail!

Hobo keenly felt the responsibility of the family he had adopted.

Then as Hobo took his stand where he could view proceedings, the boy turned abruptly to Peggy.

Hobo growled softly, the hair on his neck bristling and giving him a peculiarly savage appearance.

She marched out into the kitchen, Hobo following, and as she reached the door, the knocking began for the third time.

Hobo stretched himself upon the folded rug with a groan startlingly human.

Down-stairs the girls looked at one another aghast, and Hobo whined uneasily, as if asking permission to interfere.