"Vot about? Vos you in droubles alretty yet?"
"Me? Naw. But anodder kid is."
"So? Vot it is?"
Jimmy thought it might be a good plan to get the advice of some one on Dick's case. He had told neither the lodging-house manager nor the physician all the facts in the matter, and all they knew was that Dick was a friend of his who had been hurt and could not remember how it happened. So he explained the situation to Sam Schmidt.
"Now what would youse do, in my place?" asked Jimmy.
"Vell," replied the German slowly, "I dinks I vould do nottings."
"Do nuttin'? Say, what good is dat?"
"Vell, it dis vay," went on Sam. "Dot feller has goot clothes, you say?"
"Sure he has."
"Den his folks is rich. Ain't it?"