He began peering into places as he walked; he passed several as being too crowded—then finally,chancing upon one where the bartender was all alone,he gripped his hands in sudden resolution and went in."Can you change me a hundred-dollar bill?" he demanded.
The bartender was a big, husky fellow, with the jaw of a prize fighter, and a three weeks' stubble of hair upon it. He stared at Jurgis. "What's that youse say?" he demanded.
"I said, could you change me a hundred-dollar bill?"