“And did you help him, too?” demanded the other, suspiciously.
“No, I didn’t,” said Julius. “I didn’t like the business. Besides, I didn’t want to be sent over to the island. I blacked boots, and such things.”
“That is a much better way of getting a living,” said his companion, approvingly.{35}
“So I think,” said Julius; “but it ain’t quite so easy.”
“I think you are mistaken. An honest life is the easiest in the end. Where is Jack now?”
“Oh, he’s in the Tombs. He was took up for burglary of a house in Madison Avenue. I guess he’ll be sent up for five or ten years.”
“That won’t be very easy, or pleasant.”
“No,” said Julius. “I’m glad I ain’t in Jack’s shoes.”
“I hope, my lad, you are in no danger of following the example of your evil associates.”
“No,” said Julius. “I’m goin’ to be respectable.”