"Did you get paid for that?" asked Mr. Preston, with a smile.
"He means carried bundles or carpet-bags," explained Paul.
"I understand. Did these men ever want you to steal, or join them in burglary?"
"Sometimes. They was goin' to take me last night, but they was afraid I'd peach, and locked me up at home."
"I hope you have no desire to become a burglar?"
"No, sir; I want to be respectable, like Paul."
"You are right, there, my lad. Now, have you any plans for the future?"
"I'd like to go out West."
"Would you rather go there than remain in New York?"
"Yes, sir. He's here."