as 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."

"Fifty dollars!" said Marlowe to himself. "So the young dog got fifty
dollars for selling Jack 'n' me? He thinks he's done a good thing.
We'll see! we'll see!"

He instantly conceived the design of getting hold of this fifty
dollars. As we know, he was almost penniless, and money he sorely
needed to effect his escape from the city, where he was placed in
hourly peril. To take it from Julius would give him more pleasure than
to obtain it in any other way, for it would be combining revenge with
personal profit. Not that this revenge would content him. His
resentment was too deep and intense to be