t some pennies."

Sailors are free with their money. Parsimony is not one of their vices.
Both thrust their hands into their pockets, and each drew out a handful
of scrip, which they put into Phil's hands, without looking to see how
much it might be.

"That's all right, boy, isn't it?" inquired the first.

"All right," answered Phil, wondering at their munificence. He only
anticipated a few pennies, and here looked to be as much as he was
generally able to secure in a day. As soon as he got a good chance he
counted it over, and found four half dollars, three quarters, and four
tens--in all, three dollars and fifteen cents. At this rate, probably,
the sailors' money would not last long. However this was none of Phil's
business. It was only nine o'clock in the forenoon, and he had already
secured enough to purchase immunity from blows at night. Still there
was one thing unsatisfactory about it. All this money was to go into
the hands of the padrone. Phil himself would reap none of the benefit,
unless he bought his dinner, as he had purchased supper the evening
before. But for this he had been severely punished, though he could
not feel that he had done very wrong in spending the money he himself
earned. However, it would be at least three hours before the question of
dinner would come up.

He put the money into the pocket of his ragged vest, and walked on.

It was not so cold as the day before. The thermometer had risen
twenty-five degrees during the night--a great change, but not unusual in
our variable climate. Phil rather enjoyed this walk, notwithstanding his
back was a little lame.

He walked up the Bowery to the point where Third and Fourth avenues
converge into it. He kept on the left-hand side, and walked up Fourth
Avenue, passing the Cooper Institute and the Bible House, and, a little
further on, Stewart's magnificent marble store. On the block just above
stood a book and periodical store, kept, as the sign indicated, by
Richard Burnton. Phil paused a moment to look in at the windows, which
were filled with a variety of attractive articles. Suddenly he was
conscious of his violin being forcibly snatched from under his arm.
He turned quickly, and thought he recognized Tim Rafferty, to whom the
reader was introduced in the third chapter of this story.

CHAPTER XIII

PHIL FINDS A CAPITALIST

To account for Phil's unexpected loss, I must explain that Tim Rafferty,
whose ordinary place of business was i