"I axed him for some old clothes. He told me to come up to-night and he'd give me some." "That's good," said Jack, approvingly. "Mind you keep your eyes open when you're there. Find out where the swag is kept. It'll save me and Marlowe some trouble." Julius nodded. "I'll do my best," he said. "What time are you going up?" "In an hour or so." "I hope we'll make a haul, Marlowe," said Jack. "I haven't been in luck lately. If I could raise a thousand or so I'd clear out of these diggings. The cops know me too well." "Where would you go, supposin' you got the money?" asked his companion. "I'd go to California. They don't know me there. Something might turn up for me." "I'll go with you, Jack, if you go. I've got tired of New York, and, as you say, they know me too well hereabouts. Will you take the boy?" "No," said Jack carelessly. "He knows how to take care of himself. He'll be better off here." Julius listened to this conversation, thoughtfully watching the speaker as he spoke, and it helped him to a decision in a matter that had troubled him somewhat. He could not help seeing that Jack Morgan cared nothing for him, except so far as it suited his convenience to have his companionship. Looking back, he could not see that he owed him any gratitude. The balance of favors was on the other side. He had done more for Jack than Jack for him. He asked himself if he wanted to go with Jack Morgan on this journey, and he answered his own question in the negative. It was better that he should leave him now forever. With him he could only look forward to a future of shame and disgrace. "What are you thinking about, boy?" asked Marlowe. "Do you want to go to California with Jack and me?" "No," answered Julius. "Why not?" "I'd rather stay here," answered Julius shortly. "When I was a lad I'd have liked to go off on a journey like that." "I like stayin' here." "He's used to the streets," said Jack. "He likes 'em. That's best, as he can't go." "Can you take care of yourself?" asked Marlowe. "I always has," said Julius. "That's so," said Jack, laughing. "You ain't given me much trouble, Julius." The men resumed their game, and the boy looked on silently. After awhile seven o'clock struck, and Julius rose from his seat. "I'm goin'," he said. "All right, Julius. Keep your eyes open." "I know," said the boy. He had saved enough money to pay for a ride uptown. He took the Fourth avenue cars, and in half an hour found that he had reached the cross street nearest to his destination. Five minutes later he rang the basement bell of the house in Madison avenue. Paul saw him enter the area, and went himself to open the door. "Come in, Julius," he said. "I have been expecting you. Have you had any supper?" "I bought some coffee and cakes." "I think you can eat a little more," said Paul, smiling. "Mother, can't you give Julius some dinner?" "Is this the boy you expected, Paul?" "Yes, mother."