"Yes," he answered.
"Ain't you afraid of them?" continued Jimmy.
"What for?" asked Julius.
"Because robbers are bad men."
"They wouldn't hurt me," said the young Arab indifferently.
"You ain't a robber, are you?"
"No," said Julius in a matter-of-fact tone.
"What makes you live with them?"
"I haven't got anybody else to live with," said Julius.
"Are they going to rob this house?"
"Jimmy, you are talking too much," said Paul reprovingly. "I suppose they haven't changed their plans, have they, Julius?"
"No."
"They mean to come next Monday?"
"Yes."
"Did they know you were coming up here this evening?"
"Yes; I told 'em you were goin' to give me some clo'es."
"Yes," said Paul. "I've got a coat for you."
He opened a bundle and displayed the purchase he had made that afternoon in Chatham street.
"Try it on, Julius," he said.
Julius took off the ragged coat he had on and tried on the one Paul had purchased.
"It is an excellent fit," said Mrs. Hoffman.
"Look at yourself in the glass," said Paul.
Julius surveyed himself with satisfaction. Though second-hand, the coat was decidedly superior to the one he had taken off.
"It's a bully coat," he said. "Thank you."
"You are quite welcome, Julius. You may as well wear it. You can put your old one in a paper and take it back with you."
"Jack wanted me to find out where the money was kept," said Julius.
"You may tell him it is in a safe in the front room on the second floor. But how did he expect you would find out?"
"He left that to me."
"And what will you tell him?"
"I dunno. I'll think of something."
"He won't suspect you, will he?"
"I guess not."
"Suppose he did?"
"He'd kill me," said Julius.
"What a dreadful man he must be!" exclaimed Mrs. Hoffman, shuddering.
"How do you dare to live with him?"
"I shan't live with him much longer," said Julius. "He said to-night he'd go to Californy if he got swag enough here."
"What is swag?" asked Mrs. Hoffman, bewildered.
"He means money, or articles of value," explained Paul. "I don't think he'll go to California, Julius. I think he'll go somewhere else."
"I guess I'll go," said Julius, moving toward the door.
"You need not be in a hurry. We should like to have you stay longer."
"He'll expect me," said Julius.
"Go, then, if you think it best. But it is a long distance downtown, and you must be tired. Here is money to pay your fare in the cars."
"Thank yer," said Julius.
He accepted the money, and went out, first, however, promising to call upon Paul the next day at his stand and let him know whether there was any change in Jack Morgan's plans.
"I pity the poor boy," said Mrs. Hoffman, after he went out. "What a dreadful thing it is to live with such a desperate man!"
"I will see what I can do to help him next week," said Paul. "We shall owe him something for letting us know of the robbery."
"I shudder to think what might have happened if we had been taken by surprise. We might have been murdered in our beds."
Jimmy looked so frightened at this suggestion that Paul laughed.
"It is no laughing matter, mother," he said; "but Jimmy looked so thoroughly scared that I couldn't help being amused. Don't be alarmed, Jimmy. We'll take good care of you."
Meanwhile Julius was returning to the miserable room which he called home. He was thinking how he could communicate the information agreed upon without arousing the suspicions of the two confederates. Finally he decided upon a story which seemed to him satisfactory.