im 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 i