"He'd kill me," said Julius.
"What a dreadful man he must be!" exclaimed Mrs. Hoffman, shuddering. "How do you dare to live with him?"
"I shan't live with him much longer," said Julius. "He said to-night he'd go to Californy if he got swag enough here."
"What is swag?" asked Mrs. Hoffman, bewildered.
"He means money, or articles of value," explained Paul. "I don't think he'll go to California, Julius. I think he'll go somewhere else."
"I guess I'll go," said Julius, moving toward the door.
"You need not be in a hurry. We should like to have you stay longer."
"He'll expect me," said Julius.
"Go, then, if you think it best. But it is a long distance downtown, and you must be tired. Here is money to pay your fare in the cars."
"Thank yer," said Julius.