While Jimmy and Dick went to their room in the lodging-house, Mike Conroy and Bulldog Smouder, after turning a corner and finding there was no pursuit after them, slackened their pace.
"What'd youse run for?" asked Bulldog. "I'd 'a' helped if it come t' a fight."
"Aw, Bricks can't fight me," replied Mike. "But I didn't want dat cop t' see me. He's been lookin' fer me."
"Fer what?"
"Aw, he t'inks I swiped some fruit offen an Italian's stand, an' de Dago made a complaint ag'inst me."
"Did youse take any?"
"Jest a few bananas. But don't say nuttin'."
"Course not. I didn't squeal when youse took Bricks' coin, did I?"
"Go easy on dat," advised Mike. "Somebody might hear. I give youse half, anyhow."
"I know dat. Dat's why I didn't squeal."