"Then I will give you thirty cents. You don't want to smoke more than two cigars every day, do you?"
The question where Claus earned the money he had was a mystery to every one except himself. When the police arrested him for vagrancy and the justice fined him ten dollars, believing that he was going to shut him up for two months, Claus pulled out a roll of greenbacks as large as one's wrist. The justice gazed at him in surprise and said,
"I had no idea that you were so well heeled as that."
"I have a relative in Europe who sends me money once in a while," said Claus.
"Well, get out of here, and don't come into this station any more."
"I won't," said Claus; "and I wouldn't have come in here this time, only the police brought me."
"You must go easy on me, because I haven't too many ducats," said Claus, continuing the conversation which we have broken off. "I think thirty cents a day will see you through in good fashion."
"Of course that puts a different look on the matter. Begin by giving me ten cents to get a cigar with to-night. Thank you. Now, what do you want me to do?"
"You are to begin and keep your eye on Julian, and report to me every day at the pool-room. Whenever you see preparations made for them to go out to Denver, you must let me know it; then we will go, too."
"But how are you going to steal their valises, if they have any?"