Only a block distant was a cheap restaurant, where plates of meat were supplied to a poor class of customers at ten cents per plate.
"Let us go in here," he said.
Giacomo followed, but not without trepidation.

He knew that what they were about to do would be a heinous crime in the eyes of the padrone.
Even Phil had never ventured upon such direct rebellion before.

But Mr.
Pomeroy's suggestion that he should run away was beginning to bear fruit in his mind.

He had not come to that yet, but he might.

Why should he not earn money for his own benefit, as well as for the padrone?
True, he was bound to the latter by a legal contract entered into by his father, but Phil, without knowing much about law, had an indistinct idea that the contract was a one-sided one, and was wholly for the advantage of the other party.