It was a tempting invitation, but, on the other hand, if he remained in the city till the next day he might be in danger from the padrone.
He expressed this fear.
"I am afraid the padrone would catch me," he said.
"No, he won't.

You can go out with me and buy the fiddle now, and then come back and play to mother and Jimmy.

To-morrow morning I will go with you to the Jersey City Ferry myself, and if we meet the padrone, I'll give him a hint to be off." Phil still hesitated, but finally yielded to the united request.

But it was now one o'clock, and Paul must be back to his business.

Phil took his cap and went with him to purchase the fiddle, promising to come back directly.
They went into Chatham Street, and soon halted before a small shop, in front of which were three gilt balls, indicating that it was a pawnbroker's shop.
Entering, they found themselves in a small apartment, about twelve feet front by twenty in depth, completely filled with pawnable articles in great variety a large part, however, consisting of clothing; for when the poor have occasion to raise money at a pawnbroker's, they generally find little in their possession to pawn except their clothing.