Patsy stepped out of his concealment, and going toward the girl saw her brighten up and nod at him.
“I guess you got me out of a bad scrape,” he said, as he came up to her.
“Oh,” she replied, with a smile, “it wasn’t so bad. They’re only chumps there. You was too much for them. Say, what was you in there for, anyway?”
“To see you,” said Patsy.
“Ah, go on!” cried the girl, with a laugh. “That was only a guy of yours. I saw that and it was a good one. What was you in there for, honest?”
“I’ll give it to yer straight,” said Patsy, “but I don’t want to stand here, for somebody might see me that I don’t want to know me.”
“Come into the candy store, then,” said the girl, leading the way into a little store where candies, cheap toys, newspapers and cigars were sold.
Patsy stood near the door, where he could watch, and said to the girl:
“Yes, I’ll give it to you straight. I have followed two fellows into that house who went up to the third floor, and when you came out of the door I was thinking whether I would go up or go down.”
“What had they been doing?” asked the girl.