Julius noticed it, however, and, being familiar with the character of Sanders, said to himself: “I know what he’s up to. He wants to pick his pocket.”
From the watch pocket of the stout stranger depended a gold watch chain solid and valuable in appearance, and to it was attached a gold watch.
Sanders took out a newspaper, and held it before him. He appeared to be very much occupied with its contents, but Julius detected a stealthy glance at his companion’s waistcoat.
“This is gettin’ excitin’,” thought Julius. “He won’t wait long.”
Julius was right. Ned Sanders felt that now was the favorable opportunity to carry out his unlawful purpose,{27} while his neighbor was asleep, as when his nap was over he would more readily detect his intentions.
With his paper still before his face, his hand crept softly to the watch chain, which he gently appropriated, dropping it into his coat pocket. But he was not yet satisfied. He was preparing to relieve the other of his pocketbook also, when Julius thought it was about time to interfere. Rising in his seat, he struck the stout man forcibly on the back. The latter started, and opening his eyes said, “What! Eh, what do you want? Is it morning?”
The pickpocket started also, and looked uneasy, but retained his seat, not suspecting that he had been detected. His uneasiness arose from the fear that his neighbor, on awakening, would immediately miss his watch, which would be awkward and perhaps dangerous for him. He was vexed with Julius, whom he did not yet recognize, for this interference with his plans.
“Can’t you let the gentleman alone?” he said angrily. “Why do you disturb him?”
“What’s the matter?” said his victim, in his turn, a little irritated. “What do you mean by thumping my back, boy?”
“I wanted to ask you what time it is,” said Julius, quietly.