"Bully for you, Dutchey! You"re a trump."
"What is one trump?" asked the boy, with a puzzled expression.
"It is a good feller."
This explanation seemed to reconcile Dutchey to being called a trump, and he lay back on the bed with an expression of satisfaction.
"Now, Ben, tell us your story."
It was Ben, the luggage boy, who was addressed. The question embarra.s.sed him, for he preferred to keep his story secret. He hoped ere long to leave his present haunts and a.s.sociates, and he did not care to give the latter a clue by which they might trace him in his new character and position. Yet he had no good reason to a.s.sign for silence. He was considering what sort of a story he could manufacture, that would pa.s.s muster, when he was relieved from further consideration by an unexpected occurrence.
It appears that a boy had applied for admission to the rendezvous; but, on account of his unpopular character, had been refused. This naturally incensed him, and he determined to betray the boys to the policeman on the beat. The sight that greeted Ben, as he looked towards the entrance, was the face of the policeman, peering into the apartment. He uttered a half exclamation, which attracted the general attention. Instantly all was excitement.
"The copp! the copp!" pa.s.sed from mouth to mouth.
The officer saw that the odds were against him, and he must summon help.
He went up the ladder, therefore, and went in search of a.s.sistance. The boys scrambled up after him. Some were caught, and ultimately sentenced to the Island, on a charge of stealing the articles which were found; but others escaped. Among these was Ben, who was lucky enough to glide off in the darkness. He took the little German boy under his protection, and managed to get him safely away also. In this case the ends of justice were not interfered with, as neither of the two had been guilty of dishonesty, or anything else rendering them amenable to the law.
"Well, Dutchey, we"re safe," said Ben, when they had got some blocks away from the wharf. "How do you feel?"
"I lose mine breath," said the little boy, panting with the effort he had made.
"That"s better than losin" your liberty," said Ben. "You"ll get your breath back again. Now we must look about and see where we can sleep. I wonder if Jim Bagley"s took."
Just then a boy came running up.
"Why, it"s Ben and Dutchey," he said.
"Jerry, is it you? I"m glad you"re safe."
"The copp got a grip of me, but I left my jacket in his hands. He can carry that to the station-house if he wants to."
Jerry"s appearance corresponded to his statement, his jacket being gone, leaving a dilapidated vest and ragged shirt alone to protect the upper part of his body. He shivered with the cold, for it was now November.
"Here, Jerry," said Ben, "just take my vest an" put over yours. I"ll b.u.t.ton up my coat."
"If I was as fat as Dutchey, I wouldn"t mind the cold," said Jerry.
The three boys finally found an old wagon, in which all three huddled up together, by this means keeping warmer than they otherwise could. Being turned out of their beds into the street might have been considered a hardship by boys differently reared, but it was not enough to disturb the philosophy of our young vagrants.
CHAPTER XXIV.
BEN TRANSFORMED.
Ben worked away steadily at his double occupation, saving money as well as he could; but he met with no more profitable adventures. His earnings were gradual. Some weeks he laid by as much as a dollar and a half, or even two dollars, but other weeks he barely reached a dollar. So the end of March came before he was able to carry out the object which he had in view.
One morning about this time Ben carefully counted up his deposits, and found they amounted to fifty dollars and thirty-seven cents. It was a joyful moment, which he had long looked forward to. He had been tempted to rest satisfied with forty when he had reached that sum, but he resisted the temptation.
"I aint goin" to do things by halves," he said to himself. "I can"t do it for less"n fifty dollars. I must wait awhile."
But the moment had arrived when he could accomplish his purpose. As Ben looked down at his ragged attire, which was in a considerably worse condition then when he was first presented to the reader, he felt that it was high time he got a new suit.
The first thing to be done was to get his money. He made his way to the savings-bank, and presented himself at the counter.
"I want all of my money," he said.
"I hope you"re not going to spend it all," said the bank officer, who by this time had come to feel acquainted with Ben, from his frequent calls to make deposits.
"I"m goin" to buy some new clothes," said Ben. "Don"t I look as if I needed some?"
"Yes, you are rather out at elbows, I must admit. But new clothes won"t cost all the money you have in the bank."
"I"m goin" home to my friends," said Ben, "after I"ve got dressed decently."
"That"s a good resolution, my boy; I hope you"ll stick to it."
"It"s what I"ve been workin" for, for a long time," said Ben.
He filled out the order for the money, and it was delivered to him.
The next thing was to buy a new suit of clothes. Usually Ben had procured his outfit in Chatham Street, but he soared higher now. He made his way to a large ready-made clothing warehouse on Broadway, and entered. The main apartment was s.p.a.cious, the counters were heaped with articles of dress, and numerous clerks were ready to wait upon customers.
"Well, what"s wanted?" asked one, glancing superciliously at the ragged boy entering.
"Have you got any clothes that will fit me?" asked Ben.
"I guess you"ve lost your way, Johnny, haven"t you?"
"What makes you think so?" asked Ben.
"This isn"t Chatham Street."
"Thank you for the information," said Ben. "I thought it was when I saw you here."
There was a laugh, at the clerk"s expense, among those who heard the retort.
"What are you here for, any way?" demanded the clerk, with an air of insulted majesty.
"To buy some clothes," said Ben; "but you needn"t show "em to me. I"ll go to somebody else."
"Have you got any money?"
"You"ll know soon enough."
He went to another part of the store, and applied to a salesman whose appearance he liked better. After some hesitation, Ben made choice of a suit of substantial warm cloth, a dark mixed sack-coat, vest of the same material, and a pair of pants of neat pattern.