"Does that rascal live around here?"
"Sometimes. He comes and goes to suit himself. I suppose he will stay away now for a while."
"Is there any use of my reporting this to the police, do you think?"
"I don"t think so. He once took my pocket-book from the table here--I am sure of it--but when I reported it to the police nothing was done.
They said his word was as good as mine."
"How long have I been here?"
"About half an hour."
"Then he has had a good chance to get away. Did you bring me here?"
"Yes."
"You are very kind, Mrs. ----"
"I am Mrs. Clare and this is my daughter Rose."
"And I am Randy Thompson, a deckhand on the Hudson River steamboat _Helen Shalley_."
"Oh!" Mrs. Clare paused for a moment. "Do you know Mr. Polk, the purser?"
"Yes, but not very well. I just got the job as a deckhand to-day."
"Mr. Polk is a relative of mine by marriage."
"I see."
"We--that is--well, we are not very good friends," went on Mrs. Clare.
"Mamma thinks Mr. Polk hasn"t been honest with us," put in Rose, quickly. "I don"t think so either."
"Rose, you must not talk so!"
"But it is true, isn"t it?" returned the daughter.
"I may be misjudging Cousin Peter," said Mrs. Clare. "You see," she added, by way of an explanation, "my cousin Peter Polk had the settlement of my husband"s affairs when he died, and I have always imagined that--well, that Rose and I did not get exactly what was coming to us."
"Mamma thought the account was three hundred dollars short," said Rose, who was inclined to be blunt.
"Couldn"t you get a clear statement?" questioned Randy, with interest.
"We got a statement, but it was not clear to me," answered Mrs. Clare.
As soon as he felt able to do so, Randy got on his feet. He felt rather dizzy and he had a large lump over his left ear, where he had been struck by the club.
"See here," he said, when he was ready to depart, "I am much obliged to you for what you have done. But I"d like you to do more, if you will.
As soon as this Bill Hosker comes back to this neighborhood let me know. You"ll always find me on board of the _Helen Shalley_."
"I"ll let you know," answered Rose. "But don"t let Bill Hosker know who told you, or he"ll want to kill me."
When Randy got back to the steamboat he felt so weak he could scarcely walk on board. Jones came forward to meet him.
"Say, you ain"t been drinking, have you?" he demanded, as he saw our hero stagger.
"No, I don"t drink," answered Randy. "I"ve been knocked down and robbed."
And sitting down on a bench he told his story to the other deckhand, and let Jones feel of the lump on his head.
"I was going to warn you when you went ash.o.r.e, but I thought you"d be wise enough to keep out of trouble. It"s a shame."
"They told me it wouldn"t do any good to tell the police."
"I am afraid not. Such things happen pretty often in that kind of a neighborhood."
Randy was glad enough to turn in. He bathed the lump with cold water and put on some witch-hazel, which made it feel better. Despite the adventure he slept soundly until it was time to turn out in the morning.
"I suppose you"ll want some money," said Jones. "I can lend you a dollar till pay day, if you wish."
"Thank you," returned Randy. "You are kind, and I"ll accept the loan.
I"ll pay you back just as soon as I get my pay. I hate to be without a cent in my pocket."
"I have been there myself and know just how it feels," answered Jones.
He had, in his rough way, taken a fancy to our hero, which feeling was reciprocated.
There was plenty to do before the steamboat left the dock at New York City, and Randy"s arms ached when the command came to cast off the lines. He had done his full share of the labor, and Pat Malloy nodded approvingly.
"Kape it up an" you"ll be all roight," said the head deckhand.
The trip to Albany that day had much of novelty in it for Randy. There was a good deal of work, of which he had not dreamed before, yet there were also times when he could look at the scenery as the big craft glided along. At the newsstand on board there was a big folding map of the river, showing the different towns and points of interest, and this the standkeeper loaned him for a couple of hours. He studied the map closely and was soon able to recognize certain points as they appeared.
Several days slipped by and Randy felt quite at home on board. He had been supplied with the regulation deckhand"s outfit; dark blue shirt and trousers, and a cap to match, and looked very well when thus attired. He was getting acquainted with the work and could handle a trunk, or a box or barrel almost as well as Jones or Malloy.
"How does the boy do?" asked Captain Hadley of Malloy.
"It"s the new broom as swapes clane," answered the head deckhand. "I ain"t braggin" yit, captain."
"But he is doing all right so far?"
"Aye, aye, sur--very well indade."
"I am glad to hear it. Mr. Shalley told me the boy needed the job. His father is on the sick list, and he has got to do what he can to help support his parents."
"I reckon he"ll be all right," answered Pat Malloy. "He"s better than thim foreigners, anyway." To him, the only foreigners were Italians and Germans. He did not think himself one, although he had come from the "ould sod" less than six years before.