“No; but I’m goin’ to take care of them.”
“Take care of them? Why, how can you do that? You are not earning anything.”
There was a crafty look on old Joe’s face.
“That’s why I’m goin’ to take care of them,” he said.
“By that you mean that you are going to rob them of the money they earn by playing and singing on the street? That is your game, you old scoundrel! You shall not do it!”
“Won’t I?”
“No!”
“Who’ll stop me?”
“I will!”
“How?”