The thieves in a terrible fright were just rushing down the front steps.

One of them got away, but the other fell, and I caught him by the coat, till Mr.Morris ran and put his hand on his shoulder.
He was a young fellow about Jack's age, but not one-half so manly, and he was sniffling and scolding about "that pesky parrot." Mr.Morris made him come back into the house, and had a talk with him.

He found out that he was a poor, ignorant lad, half starved by a drunken father.

He and his brother stole clothes, and sent them to his sister in Boston, who sold them and returned part of the money.
Mr.Morris asked him if he would not like to get his living in an honest way, and he said he had tried to, but no one would employ him.

Mr.
Morris told him to go home and take leave of his father and get his brother and bring him to Washington street the next day.