Ye are looking for a place to stay ?" "Yes." "There isn't much of the night left, but I'll find ye what ye want." A couple of blocks farther, Patsey conducted him into just the house the boy would have picked out for himself, had he been given a week in which to hunt.
Patsey accompanied Tom to his room, where he gave him some earnest advice.
"This is a moighty avil village, is New York, and ye had better get out of the same while ye have the money to do it.

It isn't a good thing for a lad to carry a pistol, but I wish ye to kaap the one I lint ye as long as ye are in danger, which is loikely to be all yer life." "My money is nearly all gone," replied Tom, "and unless I get at something pretty soon, I shall have to beg.

I would go out of the city to-morrow if I only had Jim." "Perhaps it is as well that ye wait where ye are for a few days for him, spinding yer laisure in looking for a job.

I'm a coochman in the employ of an old rapscallion of a lawyer, who's stingy enough to pick the sugar out of the teeth of the flies he cotches in his sugar-bowl.

I darsn't bring ye there, but if the worst comes and ye haven't anything to ate, I'll fix it some way." The plan was that Tom should stay in this house, visiting the other morning and evening in quest of information of Jim, while the sunlight would be spent in hunting for work.
It would be useless to dwell on the particulars of the several days which followed.