hat Julius was the son of his sister,
and consequently his nephew, but as at times he gave a different
account, Julius did not know what to think. But he had always
acquiesced in his guardianship, and whenever Jack was at liberty had
without hesitation gone back to him.

After a brief pause Julius followed Paul to the corner, and saw him
take his place beside the necktie stand. He then remembered to have
seen him there before.

"I thought I know'd him," he said; "I'll remember him now."

He wandered about vaguely, having no regular occupation. He had had a
blacking-box and brush, but it had been stolen, and he had not
replaced it. He had asked Jack to lend him the money requisite to set
him up in the business again, but the latter had put him off,
intimating that he should have something else for him to do. Julius
had therefore postponed seeking any other employment, beyond hovering
about the piers and railway stations on the chance of obtaining a job
to carry a carpetbag or valise. This was a precarious employment, and
depended much more on good fortune than the business of a newsboy or
bootblack. However, in the course of the afternoon Julius earned
twenty-five cents for carrying a carpet-bag to French's Hotel. That
satisfied him, for he was not very ambitious. He invested the greater
part of it in some coffee and cakes at one of the booths in Fulton
Market, and about nine o'clock, tired with his day's tramp, sought the
miserable apartment in Centre street which he shared with Jack Morgan.

CHAPTER X.

A ROOM IN CENTRE STREET.

In a room on the third floor of a miserable tenement house in Centre
street two men were sitting. Each had a forbidding exterior, and
neither was in any danger of being mistaken for a peaceful,
law-abiding citizen. One, attired in a red shirt and pants, was
leaning back in his chair, smoking a clay pipe. His hair was dark and
his beard nearly a week old. Over his left eye was a scar, the
reminder of a wound received in one of the numerous affrays in which
he had been engaged.

This was Jack Morgan, already referred to as the guardian of the boy
Julius. He was certainly a disreputable-looking ruffian, and his
character did not belie his looks.

The other man was taller, better dressed, and somewhat more
respectable in appearance. But, like Jack, he, too, was a social
outlaw, and the more dangerous that he could more easily assume an air
of respectability, and pass muster, if he ch