At first he thought to cry out, but then reconsidered the matter and remained silent. He set off after the thief, and away went man and boy along the crowded thoroughfare.
The man evidently thought he could lose himself in the crowd, but by the aid of the street lights, Randy kept him in sight. He pa.s.sed along for two blocks and then turned into a side street and then into a blind alley.
Our hero managed to keep him in view and saw him spring up the steps of a dilapidated tenement house. The man ran through the lower hallway and into the back yard, piled high with rubbish of all kinds. Here he hid behind some empty boxes.
Randy was soon in the yard and gazing around eagerly. As he did so he saw a thin and pale girl of about ten standing near. Soon she came up to him timidly.
"Did you see a man run in here?" said Randy.
"Yes," she answered, but in a hesitating voice.
"Where did he go?"
"I don"t dare tell you," whispered the girl.
"Why not?"
"That is Bill Hosker."
"And who is Bill Hosker?"
"Don"t you know him?" And the little girl"s eyes opened in astonishment.
"No, I don"t."
"Bill Hosker is the boss around here. He does just as he pleases. If anybody crosses him Bill "most kills them."
"Oh, he"s a bully, is that it?"
"Yes."
"Well, where did he go?"
"You won"t tell him I told you?"
"No."
"He crawled in behind those boxes," answered the little girl and then ran away.
Randy waited to hear no more, but made a dash for the boxes. As he did so, the fellow who had robbed him leaped up, club in hand.
"Go out of here!" he cried, in a hoa.r.s.e voice. "I don"t want anything to do with a kid like you."
"You give me my money," answered Randy, vigorously. "I am not going to let the like of you rob me."
"Ho! ho! Hear the kid talk! Go away, before I maul ye!" And Bill Hosker brandished his club.
But our hero was not to be daunted thus readily, and looking around he espied a stick and picked it up. Then he advanced upon Bill Hosker, who promptly leaped to the top of a big packing case. The next instant he came down upon Randy, bearing him to the ground. Our hero tried to defend himself, but it was useless. He was crushed beneath that heavy weight, and then the rascal gave him a crack on the head that stretched him senseless.
CHAPTER XVI
IN NEW YORK CITY
"Will he live, mamma?"
"I think so, Rose. But he has been badly misused."
"Bill Hosker ought to be locked up for it."
"n.o.body will lock Bill up. He has too much influence with the politicians," answered the woman.
She was bending over Randy, who was still unconscious. Mother and daughter had carried our hero from the yard to their room in the rear of the tenement. n.o.body else had been around. The girl had witnessed Bill Hosker"s nefarious deed and had at once summoned her parent.
Mrs. Clare was a poor widow lady who supported herself by sewing. Rose was her only child and did what she could to help her mother. Sewing did not pay well, and the Clares had all they could do to make both ends meet.
But Mrs. Clare had a warm heart and so had Rose, and it pained them greatly to see Randy so mistreated. They carried him into their one room and placed him on their bed and did what they could for him.
At last he opened his eyes and stared around him. Then he sat up slowly.
"Where am I?" he asked, faintly.
"We brought you into the house--mother and I," answered Rose. "Don"t you remember, Bill Hosker struck you down?"
"Oh, yes; I remember that now." Randy took a deep breath and put his hand to his head. "He hit me pretty hard, didn"t he?"
"I am afraid he did," answered Mrs. Clare. "It was a shame, too."
"Where is he now?"
"He ran away."
"He stole eighty cents from me."
"Perhaps he took more," said Rose. "He went through your pockets after he knocked you down. I saw him do it."
With his head still aching, our hero felt in first one pocket and then another. He gave something like a groan.
"Every cent is gone!"
"How much did you have?"
"Between four and five dollars."
"I am sorry for you," said Mrs. Clare. "But I am afraid you will never see your money again."