Meanwhile Phil had been doing the same thing. The result of his count was that he found he had two dollars and eighty cents.
“Listen, Giacomo,” he said. “I will give you enough to make two dollars.”
“But then you will be beaten.”
“No; I shall have two dollars and five cents left. Then neither of us will get beaten.”
“How kind you are, Filippo!”
“Oh, it is nothing. Besides, I do not want to carry too much, or the padrone will expect me to bring as much every day, and that I cannot do. So it will be better for us both.”
The transfer was quickly made, and the two boys kept together until they heard the clock strike eleven. It was now so late that they determined to return to their miserable lodging, for both were tired and longed for sleep.