"What! your nephew, d.i.c.k?" and the two men laughed loudly. "That"s too thin. Don"t ask us to swallow that."
"It"s true."
"Why did he run away from home, then?"
"My sister"s got a very rough temper--that"s why."
"We can believe that," said Jack, "better than the other."
"Look here, Jack," said d.i.c.k, who was getting irritated, "you may find that I"ve got the same kind of temper if you keep on badgering me about the boy. I say he"s to be trusted."
"He can be trusted under our eye. Have you any objection to our detaining him?"
"There"s no need."
"I say there is. You"ve let him into the knowledge of this place. He"ll blow on us some day."
"Do as you like," said d.i.c.k; "I don"t care. I wash my hands of the responsibility."
"That"s all we want," said Bill. "We need a young one to help us in our plans. If this nephew of yours is as brave as you say, he"ll do. What time was he to come here?"
"Twelve."
"Then it"s a minute past the time. I don"t think he"ll come."
"The clock may be wrong." said d.i.c.k, but he glanced uneasily at the clock, which now indicated a little past the hour.
His suspense was not a long one.
An old man, thin and shriveled, with a crafty eye, and a thin, squeaking voice, here put his head in at the door.
"Is Mr. Mark Mortimer here?" he asked.
"That"s me!" exclaimed d.i.c.k, jumping up eagerly.
"There"s a boy wants to see you, Mr. Mark Mortimer," said the old man, repeating the name as if he enjoyed it.
"It"s my nephew," said d.i.c.k.
"Is his name Mortimer, too?" asked the proprietor of the establishment, for such the old man was.
"Never mind," said d.i.c.k, impatiently. "Bring the boy in."
Almost directly Jasper was ushered into the room--fearlessly, but looking about him with some curiosity.
The two men, who had not before seen him, surveyed him with equal curiosity.
"He does you credit," said the stout man.
"He"s what I was at his age," said d.i.c.k. "Now, boy, have you got the money?"
"Yes," said Jasper.
"One hundred and fifty dollars?"
"Yes."
d.i.c.k"s eyes glistened.
"Give it here. You"re a trump. Did old Fitch make any difficulties?"
"No; he was glad to get the boy back."
"Did he ask you about me?"
"Yes."
"How much did you tell him?" demanded the kidnapper, hastily.
"Nothing. I told him that I had made a promise not to tell."
d.i.c.k looked triumphantly at his two companions.
"Didn"t I tell you?" he said.
"You have the boy"s word for it," said Jack, with a quiet sneer. "How did you find your way here, boy?"
"I looked at a map of the city," answered Jasper.
"Where?"
"In the office of Mr. Fitch."
"Where did you pa.s.s last night?"
"At the house of Mr. Fitch."
"Where are you going when you leave here?"
"I have promised to go to Mr. Fitch"s counting-room."
"You seem to be very intimate with this gentleman," said Jack.
"There"s nothing strange in that," said Jasper, quietly. "It was I who carried his boy home."
"The boy is right," said d.i.c.k, who, having obtained his money, felt graciously disposed toward our hero, through whose agency he had obtained it.
"What does he want of you?" asked Jack, continuing the cross-examination.