"You talk as if you knew something," went on Pepper, growing suddenly suspicious.
"Perhaps I do know something," replied the newsboy, and then hurried into the dining room to wait on a customer who had just entered.
"I'll have it out with you later," muttered Pepper savagely. "If you know too much, I'll find a way to keep your mouth closed."
CHAPTER XIII. A QUESTION OF BUSINESS.
Sam Pepper got no chance to talk to Nelson further that day. As soon as the noon trade was over, our hero hurried off to sell afternoon papers. This time he went up the Bowery, to where Mrs. Kennedy kept her fruit-and-candy stand. It was a small stand, and the entire stock was not worth over ten dollars, but the old woman made enough to keep the wolf from the door, and she was content.
"I was after thinking you'd come," she said, smiling broadly. "I knew you'd want to know about the young lady."
"How is she?"
"I left her this morning, sorrowful enough, I can tell ye that, Nelson. She don't know how to turn. She thinks she might take in sewing, or something like that, but, bless ye! how much would she make at that? Why, thim Jews that work night and day hardly make enough to keep 'em from starving!"