The man seemed to be measuring him with his eyes, and said at last:
"You'd better go and not talk about us. We're enemies of the Mob."
Oliver said after a pause: "So am I. Don't go away. I'll be back with
some clothes and food for you and the lady. Then I can help you to my
place. I'm an enemy of the Mob too. I just never knew it until now."
He started off and then turned. "You won't go away? I mean it. I want to
help you. I can't seem to help myself, but perhaps there's something--"