I am so
tired; but I don't dare go back. The padrone will beat me."
An idea came to Phil. He did not know how much money he had; but
he was sure it must be considerably more than two dollars, Why
should he not give some to his friend to make up his
deficiencies, and so perhaps save him from punishment?
"I have had better luck," he said. "I have almost three
dollars."
"You are always luckier than I, Filippo."
"I am stronger, Giacomo. It does not tire me so much to walk
about."
"You can sing, too. I cannot sing very much, and I do not get so
much money."
"Tell me just how much money you have, Giacomo."
"I have a dollar and thirty cents," said Giacomo, after counting
the contents of his pockets.
Meanwhile Phil had been doing the same thing. The result of his
count was that he found he had two dollars and eighty cents.
"Listen, Giacomo," he said. "I will give you enough to make two
dollars."
"But then you will be beaten."
"No; I shall have two dollars and five cents left. Then neither
of us will get beaten."
"How kind you are, Filippo!"
"Oh, it is nothing. Besides, I do not want to carry too much.
or the padrone will expect me to bring as much every day, and
that I cannot do.
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