"I'd like to, but I ain't had any chance."
"I think Mr. Preston will give you a chance. You can be thinking what you would like to do, and he will help you to it."
"I would like to go out West. I'm afraid to stay here. Marlowe might find me."
"I don't know but you are right, Julius. Out West there is more of a chance to rise. You can tell Mr. Preston what you wish."
While the boys were talking a man stood near by, who listened attentively to what was said, hearing every word. Neither Paul nor Julius remarked him. He was a tall man, with red hair, and a face marked by the smallpox. He was dressed in the garb of a sailor. Of course this was Marlowe. It was imprudent for him to post himself in so public a place, but he trusted to his disguise, and he wanted to hear for himself the conversation between the two boys. He learned, what he suspected before, that to the boy, Julius, he was indebted for the failure of his attempt at burglary. When the two boys went to dinner he followed them.
CHAPTER XXI.
A BRIGHTER PROSPECT FOR JULIUS.
After dinner Paul went again to Mr. Preston's place of business, accompanied by Julius. The disguised sailor, who had lingered outside the restaurant, followed the two at a safe distance. Had not Paul and Julius been so occupied with their own affairs, they might have noticed Marlowe. As it was, they were quite unconscious of being followed.
They were fortunate in finding Mr. Preston in his office, and at leisure.
"Mr. Preston," said Paul, "this is the boy I spoke to you about."
"What is your name, my lad?" asked the merchant.
"Julius," answered the street boy.
"My young friend, Paul, tells me that you have done him and his employer a great service. Did you live with the men who were engaged in the burglary?"
"Yes, sir."
"I suppose they have been in prison at different times?"
"Yes, sir, more'n half the time."
"What did you do then?"
"Worked for myself."
"What did you do?"
"Blacked boots or sold papers. When I got a chance I smashed baggage."
"Did you get paid for that?" asked Mr. Preston, with a smile.
"He means carried bundles or carpet-bags," explained Paul.
"I understand. Did these men ever want you to steal, or join them in burglary?"
"Sometimes. They was goin' to take me last night, but they was afraid I'd peach, and locked me up at home."
"I hope you have no desire to become a burglar?"
"No, sir; I want to be respectable, like Paul."
"You are right, there, my lad. Now, have you any plans for the future?"
"I'd like to go out West."
"Would you rather go there than remain in New York?"
"Yes, sir. He's here."
"Who is here?"
"Marlowe. He wasn't took. He'll murder me if he gets hold of me."
"Marlowe is one of the burglars, I suppose?"
"Yes, sir; he's the worst."
"I hope he will be taken. Probably he will find it hard to escape, as the police are on his track. But I don't know but you are right about going out West. Many boys like yourself have been sent out by the Children's Aid Society."
"I know some of 'em," said Julius.
"You will stand a better chance of succeeding there than here. I am willing to help you, if you wish to go out."
Mr. Preston took out his pocketbook, and drew therefrom a roll of bills.
"Here are fifty dollars," he said.
"For me?" asked Julius, in almost incredulous surprise.
"Yes, for you. I hope you will make a good use of it."
Julius selected a five-dollar bill, which he thrust into his vest pocket, and handed the remainder to Paul.
"Keep it for me, Paul," he said; "I might lose it."
"You have done well," said Mr. Preston, approvingly. "Until you leave the city, it will be best to leave the money in Paul's hands. Now, my lad, I must bid you good-morning, as business claims my attention. Try to lead a good life, and you have my best wishes for your welfare."
He offered his hand, which Julius took shyly.
The two boys went out, and again Marlowe followed them and tried to overhear what they said.
"Don't you feel rich, Julius?" he heard Paul say.
"He was very good to me," said Julius.
"Fifty dollars is a good deal of money for a boy like you."