"Who is here?"
"Marlowe. He wasn't took. He'll murder me if he gets hold of me."
"Marlowe is one of the burglars, I suppose?"
"Yes, sir; he's the worst."
"I hope he will be taken. Probably he will find it hard to escape, as the police are on his track. But I don't know but you are right about going out West. Many boys like yourself have been sent out by the Children's Aid Society."
"I know some of 'em," said Julius.
"You will stand a better chance of succeeding there than here. I am willing to help you, if you wish to go out."
Mr. Preston took out his pocketbook, and drew therefrom a roll of bills.
"Here are fifty dollars," he said.
"For me?" asked Julius, in almost incredulous surprise.