The Jew nodded slightly just as the boy jumped into the room.
“Well, Jim,” said the Jew, holding out his hand; “how are you doing?”
“Pretty much as I please,” replied the lad.
“Then you don’t want to leave this place?” and the Jew looked closely at him.
“Oh, wouldn’t I like to get back to New York!” cried he sharply. “Just you give me the chance,” sighed he.
“Well, the chance is yours.”
“How?” gasped the youngster.
“By doin’ exactly as I tell you. Now, don’t get mixed up with any one else in this game, or they might mix you up. Understand?”
“I should tink I did, mister. Now, tell me about it, and no kiddin’.”
A whispered conversation went on while the bribed guard kept his ears shut, waiting for the time that money should open them.