"I should like to get out, but I am afraid if I come downstairs with my grip they would try to stop my going."
"Where is your room?"
"At the back part of the house, looking out on the lot."
"I"ll tell you what you can do," said the other boy, after a moment"s thought. "Have you paid anything for your room?"
"Yes, but I don"t mind that."
"Then drop your grip out of the window. I"ll catch it."
"I will."
"Then you can take a car and go down into the city."
"Do you know the way to the Sherman House?"
"Certainly."
"If you will go there with me, I"ll make it worth your while."
"All right. I was just about going home, anyway."
"Then I"ll go upstairs and get my bag."
Andy went to his room, opened the window, and, looking down, saw his new boy friend.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes."
"You needn"t try to catch it. There"s nothing in it that will break."
"Fling her out!"
Andy did so.
"Now come down. You"ll find me here."
An hour later supper was served. Percival Robinson and three other men, likewise patrons of the barroom, sat down. The landlord himself was one of the party.
"Where is the kid?" he asked.
"I saw him go out an hour ago," said one of the guests.
"He has probably come back and is in his room," said Robinson. "I will go up and call him."
He went upstairs quickly and entered the room a.s.signed to Andy and himself. It was empty.
"The boy has taken a long walk," he said to himself.
Then he looked about for Andy"s grip. It occurred to him that he would have a good opportunity to examine its contents.
He started in surprise and dismay, for the grip was gone.
"He must have given me the slip," he exclaimed.
"Did any one see the boy go out with his gripsack?" he asked, as he returned.
"I saw him go out, but he had nothing in his hand," answered the landlord.
"Well, he"s gone, bag and baggage," returned Robinson, very much annoyed.
"At any rate, he has paid his bill," said the landlord, complacently.
"Bother his hotel bill!" muttered Robinson, roughly. "I meant to have a good deal more than that."
"Have you any idea where he has gone?"
"I think he may have gone to the Sherman House. I"ll go there after supper and see if I can find him."
CHAPTER x.x.xII.
A CRITICAL MOMENT.
Guided by his boy companion, Andy found the Sherman House and registered there. The change was a very satisfactory one, and he enjoyed the comfortable room to which he was a.s.signed.
After a hearty supper he took a seat in the office and watched with interest the crowds that surged in and out of the hotel. Presently he saw a familiar figure entering.
It was his late companion, Percival Robinson. The latter was not long in recognizing the boy.
He walked up to the chair on which Andy was seated and addressed him with a look of anger.
"So I have found you, have I?" he said, roughly.
Andy knew that this man had no right to interfere with him, and answered, coolly:
"So it seems."
"Why did you play me such a mean trick, boy?"
"My name is Andrew," said Andy, with dignity. "What right have you to speak to me in this manner?"
"I"ll tell you presently. You have made a nice return for my kindness."