“I won’t take him till it’s time to go back,” thought Phil.
So Giacomo slept on, despite the noises in the street outside and the confusion incident to every large hotel. As he sat asleep, he attracted the attention of a stout gentleman who was passing, leading by the hand a boy of ten.
“Is that your brother?” he asked in a low tone of Phil.
“No, signore; it is my comrade.”
“So you go about together?”
“Yes, sir,” answered Phil, bethinking himself to use English instead of Italian.
“He seems tired.”
“Yes; he is not so strong as I am.”
“Do you play about the streets all day?”
“Yes, sir.”