e it Saturday night."

These words fastened the attention of Julius. His heart beat quicker
as it was revealed to him that his want of fidelity was discovered, or
at least suspected. He lay quite still, hoping to hear more. But
Marlowe said nothing in addition. Indeed, these words were the
precursor of his waking.

Julius saw the indications of this, and prudently closed his own eyes
and counterfeited sleep. So when Marlowe in turn looked about him he
saw, as he thought, that both his companions were asleep. He did not
get up, for there was nothing to call him up early. He was not one of
the toiling thousands who are interested in the passage of eight-hour
laws. Eight hours of honest industry would not have been to his taste.
He turned over, but did not again fall asleep.

Meanwhile Julius, after a sufficient interval, appeared to wake up. He
rose from his couch, and gave himself a general shake. This was his
way of making his morning toilet.

"Are you awake, Julius?" asked Marlowe.

"Yes."

"You sleep sound don't you?"

"Like a top."

"How did they treat you at that house in Madison avenue?"

"They was kind to me. They gave me some supper."

"Did they ask you if you had a father?"

"Yes."

"What did you tell 'em?"

"That I hadn't got none."

"Did they ask who you lived with?"

"Yes," said Julius, after a slight pause.

"And you told 'em?"

"I told 'em I lived with a friend some of the time, when he wasn't
absent in the country," said Julius, grinning, as he referred to
Jack's frequent terms of enforced seclusion.

"Was you ever at the Island, Julius?"

"No."

"That's odd! You don't do credit to Jack's teaching."

"Likely I'll go some time," said Julius, who, knowing that he was
suspected, thought it would not do to seem too virtuous.

"It ain't so bad when you're used to it. Let me see that coat."

Julius tossed it over to Marlowe. It was the only part of his clothing
which he had taken off when he went to bed.

"It's a good coat."

"Yes, a bully one."

"The boy--young Hoffman--used to wear it, didn't he?"

"Likely he did, but he's a good deal too big to wear it now."

"How big is he?"

"Most as tall as Jack," said Julius, Jack being considerably shorter
than Marlowe.

"Big enough to make trouble. However, he'll get a telegram Monday, to
go over to Brooklyn, that'll get him out of the way."

"That's a good plan, that is!" said Julius, knowing very well that it
was only said t