Before he fell the lascar was at the door, down the steps with a bound, and out into the street. Two men were after him at full speed, but they had no chance with the light-built Indian. "The villain has murdered a man, Jim," said Thomas--"in there--look!" "Oh, I dare say he ain't much the worse," returned Jim. "They're always a outing with their knives here." For all his indifference, however, Jim started after the Hindoo, but he was out of sight in another moment. Jim returned. "He's crowding all sail for Tiger Bay," said he. "I shouldn't care to follow him there. Here's a Peeler." "Come along, Jim," said Thomas. "Don't stand here all the night." "Why _you_ ain't afraid o' the place, are you, guv'nor?" Thomas tried to laugh, but he did not enjoy the allusion--in the presence of a third person especially. "Well, good-night," said Jim to his acquaintance. "By the way," he resumed, "do you know the figure of Potts's ken?" "What Potts? I don't know any Potts." "Yes you do. Down somewhere about Lime 'us, you know. We saw him that night--" Here Jim whispered his companion, who answered aloud: "Oh, yes, I know. Let me see. It's the Marmaid, I think. You ain't a-going there, are you?" "Don't know. Mayhap. I'm only taking this gen'leman a sight-seeing. He's from the country." "Good-night, then." And so they parted. It was a sudden idea of Jim's to turn in the direction of the man whose child Thomas had saved. But Thomas did not know where he was taking him. "Where will you sleep to-night, guv'nor?" asked Jim, as they walked along. "I don't know," answered Thomas. "I must leave you to find me a place. But I say, Jim, can you think of anything I could turn to? for my money won't last me long." "Turn to!" echoed Jim. "Why a man had need be able to turn to everything by turns to make a livin' nowadays. You ain't been used to hard work, by your hands. Do you know yer Bible well?" "Pretty well," answered Thomas; "but I don't know what that can have to do with making a living." "Oh, don't you, guv'nor? Perhaps you don't know what yer Bible means. It means pips and pictures." "You mean the cards. No, no, I've had enough of that. I don't mean ever to touch them again." "Hum! Bitten," said Jim to himself, but so that Thomas heard him. "Not very badly, Jim. In the pocket-book I told you I lost I had a hundred pounds, won at cards the night before last." "My eye!" exclaimed Jim. "What a devil of a pity! But why don't you try your luck again?" he asked, after a few moments of melancholy devoted to the memory of the money. "Look here, Jim. I don't know where to go to sleep. I have a comfortable room that I dare not go near; a father--a rich man, I believe--who would turn me out; and, in short, I've ruined myself forever with card-playing. The sight of a pack would turn me sick, I do believe." "Sorry for you, guv'nor. I know a fellow, though, that makes a good thing of the thimble." "I've no turn for tailoring, I'm afraid."