"No, not yet," replied the German youth. "I keeps lookin' in der baber, but I ain't seed nottings about no rewards fer der poy. Dere is a rewards fer a mans, und vun fer a vomans, but not any for dot poy. But vait, don't give him up t' der bolice yet." "I ain't goin t'. Him an' me is partners." "Dot's right. Keep him safe py you, und mebby you'll git moneys for him. I'll keep on der vatch out." "Dat's right, Dutchy. Say, youse ain't seen nuttin' of Mike Conroy lately, have youse?" "Sure, I seen him und dot dog feller out in der street a vhile agos. I dinks dey vos comin's in here." "What dog feller?" "Der vun dey calls Bulldogs." "Oh, him. Well, I've got somethin' t' settle with Mike Conroy. I t'ink he robbed me." Suddenly the lights were turned off, and the man in charge of the picture machine prepared to operate it. Jimmy made his way back to where Dick sat, his conversation with the German newsboy not having been overheard. "I hope dey have a prize-fight or a robbery picture," said Jimmy. "Do you like those best?" asked Dick. "Bettcherlife! Dem's bully. Dey have one scene where a feller gits a knockout blow right in de middle of de ring, an' youse kin see him fall over, dead to de woild. Den dere's annuder where a feller shoots fifteen Injuns out West." "I think I'd like something quieter, like scenes of travel in foreign lands." "Oh, dey uster have dem, but de fellers hissed when dey was showed an' dey took 'em off." The pictures now began, and Dick was much interested in one showing the fire department in action. It was very realistic, though of course it was all arranged purposely for the picture machines, and the woman jumping from the window of a burning building, though it looked very real and dangerous, was only an imitation. Dick at first did not realize this, but Jimmy, who had acquired a fund of knowledge on these points, enlightened him. There was some singing by a performer after this picture, and when the lights were turned up Jimmy saw, sitting not far from him, Mike Conroy and his crony, Bulldog. "Dere he is!" he exclaimed when the singer had finished. "Who?" asked Dick. "A feller I t'ink robbed me. I'm goin' t' tackle him after de show." "Are you going to fight?" "I will if youse'll stand by me." "I'm afraid I'm not much of a fighter. I'd rather not." "Well, mebby it's just as well, 'cause Mike an' Bulldog could lick de both of us. But I'll tell him he robbed me." During the performance Jimmy smoked several cigarettes, as did nearly every one else in the place, until the room was so thick with the vapor that it was hard to see the pictures clearly, and it was difficult for Dick to breathe. "Dey didn't have no prize-fight, an' dat robbery picture was rotten," declared Jimmy when the performance was over, and the two boys made their way out. "I ain't comin' here no more." "I don't believe I will either," declared Dick with a cough. "Don't youse like it?"