"Well, it will run until cold weather, anyway, and perhaps after that Mr. Shalley will give me something else to do."
The matter was discussed that evening, and before he retired, Randy penned a letter to the steamboat owner, stating he would come to Nyack two days later.
The prospects ahead filled our hero with pleasure. The new position would enable him to see a little of the world and meet other people, and he was sure steamboat life would suit him thoroughly. He knew there would be plenty of hard work, handling freight and baggage, but this did not daunt him.
"I"ll try to do my best," he reasoned. "Then maybe Mr. Shalley will give me something better later on."
Randy did not have many clothes, so there was not a great deal to pack.
What he possessed was gone over by his mother, and then packed in a valise. Out of the money on hand he was given the price of his stage and railroad ticket and five dollars for other expenses.
"I shan"t spend only what is necessary," said he to his parents.
Randy was glad to see that his father was improving. A good deal of the rheumatic pains had left Mr. Thompson and he could get around the house and the garden. It would be some time before he could go at carpentering again, but he could aid a good deal on the farm, which was something.
All too soon for his mother came the time for Randy to depart. Mrs.
Thompson kissed him affectionately and his father shook him by the hand.
"Come back home if it doesn"t suit you, Randy," said the mother.
"Yes, come back, and we"ll get along somehow," added his father.
"I am sure it will suit me," said the boy. "I know the kind of a man Mr. Shalley is. We"ll be sure to get along."
Randy left home early in the morning and half an hour later was on the stage, bound for Leeville, where he was to take the train for Tarrytown, which is directly across the Hudson River from Nyack. His going away was done so quietly that not a dozen persons knew of his departure. The stage was but half filled, so he had plenty of room both for himself and his valise.
Arriving at Leeville he had an hour to wait for the train and spent the time in walking around the little town.
He had just pa.s.sed one of the largest stores when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned, to find himself confronted by Bob Bangs.
"What are you doing here?" demanded the big boy, rather impudently.
"What business is that of yours?" retorted Randy, not liking the manner in which he had been addressed.
"Oh, you needn"t answer if you don"t want to," sniffed Bob Bangs.
"I am going to Nyack."
"To Nyack? What for?"
"I am going to work for a steamboat owner."
"Humph! Going to work on the river?"
"Yes."
"Cabin boy, I suppose," sneered the rich boy.
"No, as a deckhand."
"I thought so. It"s a dirty enough job, and you are welcome to it."
"It"s honest work, and the money is clean," answered Randy, warmly.
"Ha! What do you mean by clean money," demanded the big boy, suspiciously.
"Just what I said."
"Maybe you are trying to help spread that report that the Bartletts started about us," said the rich youth.
"What report do you mean, Bob?"
"You know well enough--the one about my father."
"I don"t know."
"Ain"t the Bartletts telling everybody that my father shoved "em out of the iron works and that our money wasn"t clean?"
"I haven"t heard it."
"Bah! You needn"t play the innocent. I know you, and I know Jack Bartlett, too."
"I don"t think your folks treated the Bartletts just right," went on our hero, resolved to stand up for his friends.
"We treated "em better than they deserved. If I had been my father I should have kicked old man Bartlett out."
"Your father wouldn"t have dared, Bob Bangs. But I am not going to quarrel with you. What brings you to this place?"
"That"s my business."
"You needn"t tell me if you don"t wish to."
"I am here to get a new horse. I am going to ride horseback after this," went on the rich boy, boastfully. "It"s a horse that costs four hundred dollars, too."
"Then you are in luck," was all Randy answered, and walked away, leaving the rich youth gazing after him doubtfully.
CHAPTER XIV
BOB BANGS AND HIS HORSE
Randy continued to wander around the country town, taking in such sights as came to view.
In the meantime Bob Bangs went after the horse he had mentioned. The rich youth had bothered his father for a horse for a long time and at last Mr. Bangs had consented to give him a steed. The horse was to be taken in exchange for a debt, and Bob had agreed to go to Leeville after him and take the animal to the summer resort at which he and his mother were stopping. It may be mentioned that the horse was worth only a hundred and fifty dollars, but the falsehood he had told in regard to the horse"s value did not bother Bob Bangs in the least. He loved to boast upon every possible occasion.
"Is he gentle?" asked the rich boy, as he approached the horse, that was standing in the yard of the former owner.