"I know you"d help me if you could, Luke. You have helped me by bringing in the medicine, and it does me good to have you call."
"But I would like to do more. I"ll tell you what I will do. I know a rich gentleman, one of my customers. I! am to call upon him to-morrow.
I"ll tell him about you, and perhaps he will help you."
"Any help would be acceptable, Luke, if you don"t mind asking him."
"I wouldn"t like to ask for myself, but I don"t mind asking for you."
Luke stayed an hour, and left Jim much brighter and more cheerful for his visit.
When he went out into the street it was quite dark, although the moon now and then peeped out from behind the clouds that a brisk breeze sent scurrying across the sky.
Having a slight headache, he thought he would walk it off, so he sauntered slowly in the direction of the business portion of the city.
Walking farther than he intended, he found himself, almost before he was aware, crossing one of the numerous bridges that span the river.
He was busy with thoughts of Jim, and how he could help him, and did not notice that two boys were following him stealthily. It was a complete surprise to him therefore when they rushed upon him, and, each seizing an arm, rendered him helpless.
"Hand over what money you"ve got, and be quick about it!" demanded one of the boys.
CHAPTER V
HOW LUKE ESCAPED
The attack was so sudden and unexpected that Luke was for the moment incapable of resistance, though in general quite ready to defend himself. It was not till he felt a hand in his pocket that he "pulled himself together," as the English express it, and began to make things lively for his a.s.sailants.
"What are you after?" he demanded. "Do you want to rob me?"
"Give us the money, and be quick about it."
"How do you know I have any money?" asked Luke, beginning to suspect in whose hands he was.
"Never mind how! Hand over that five-dollar bill," was the reply in the same hoa.r.s.e whisper.
"I know you now. You"re Tom Brooks," said Luke. "You"re in bad business."
"No, I"m not Tom Brooks." It was Pat who spoke now. "Come, we have no time to lose. Stephen, give me your knife."
The name was a happy invention of Pat"s to throw Luke off the scent.
He was not himself acquainted with our hero, and did not fear identification.
"One of you two is Tom Brooks," said Luke, firmly. "You"d better give up this attempt at highway robbery. If I summon an officer you"re liable to a long term of imprisonment. I"ll save you trouble by telling you that I haven"t any money with me, except a few pennies."
"Where"s the five-dollar bill?"
It was Tom who spoke now.
"I left it at home with my mother. It"s lucky I did, though you would have found it hard to get it from me."
"I don"t believe it," said Tom, in a tone betraying disappointment.
"You may search me if you like; but if a policeman comes by you"d better take to your heels."
The boys appeared disconcerted.
"Is he lying?" asked Pat.
"No," responded Tom. "He"d own up if he had the money."
"Thank you for believing me. It is very evident that one of you knows me. Good-night. You"d better find some other way of getting money."
"Wait a minute! Are you going to tell on us? It wouldn"t be fair to Tom Brooks. He ain"t here, but you might get him into trouble."
"I shan"t get you into trouble, Tom, but I"m afraid you bring trouble on yourself."
Apparently satisfied with this promise, the two boys slunk away in the darkness, and Luke was left to proceed on his way unmolested.
"I wouldn"t have believed that of Tom," thought Luke. "I"m sorry it happened. If it had been anyone but me, and a cop had come by, it would have gone hard with him. It"s lucky I left the money with mother, though I don"t think they"d have got it at any rate."
Luke did not acquaint his mother with the attempt that had been made to rob him. He merely told of his visit and of the sad plight of the little bootblack.
"I would like to have helped him, mother," Luke concluded. "If we hadn"t been robbed of that money father sent us----"
"We could afford the luxury of doing good," said his mother, finishing the sentence for him.
Luke"s face darkened with justifiable anger.
"I know it is wrong to hate anyone, mother," he said; "but I am afraid I hate that man Thomas Butler, whom I have never seen."
"It is sometimes hard to feel like a Christian, Luke," said his mother.
"This man must be one of the meanest of men. Suppose you or I should fall sick! What would become of us?"
"We won"t borrow trouble, Luke. Let us rather thank G.o.d for our present good health. If I should be sick it would not be as serious as if you were to become so, for you earn more than twice as much as I do."
"It ought not to be so, mother, for you work harder than I do."
"When I get a sewing machine I shall be able to contribute more to the common fund."
"I hope that will be soon. Has Bennie gone to bed?"
"Yes, he is fast asleep."
"I hope fortune will smile on us before he is much older than I. I can"t bear the idea of sending him into the street among bad boys."
"I have been accustomed to judge of the newsboys by my son. Are there many bad boys among them?"