Mr. Graham looked at him sharply. He could not tell whether our hero was aware of his dishonest intentions or not, but as Tom must still have money, which he wanted to secure, he thought it best to ignore his coldness.
"No," said he; "it"s of no consequence as long as we have come together again. By the way, have you secured a stateroom?"
"Yes."
"If the other berth is not taken, I should like very much to go in with you," said Graham insinuatingly.
"I have a roommate," said Tom coolly.
"You have? Who is it?" demanded Graham, disappointed.
"That gentleman," answered Tom, pointing out Mr. Nicholas Waterbury.
"Humph! do you know him?"
"I met him at the Pittsburg House."
"My young friend," said Graham, with the air of a friendly mentor, "I want to give you a piece of advice."
"Very well."
"Don"t be too ready to trust strangers. This Mr. Waterbury may be a very good man, but, on the other hand, he may be a confidence man. Do you understand me?"
"I think so."
"Now, I suppose you have money?"
"A little."
"Take care that he doesn"t get possession of it. There are men who go about expressly to fleece inexperienced strangers."
"I suppose you know all about that," Tom could not help saying.
"What do you mean?" demanded Graham suspiciously.
"You are an old traveler, and must know all about the sharpers."
"Oh, to be sure," said Graham, immediately dismissing his suspicions.
"You couldn"t leave your companion, could you, and come into my stateroom?"
"I don"t think I could."
"Oh, very well. It"s of no consequence. Keep a good lookout for your roommate."
Graham turned away, and resumed his walk. Soon Tom saw him in company with the dark young man, to whom reference has already been made.
"Well," said the latter, "how did you make out with the boy?"
"He"s offish. I don"t know as he suspects me. I wanted to get him into my stateroom, but he has already taken up with another man--that stout party over there."
"So I suspected. I can tell you something about that man."
"What?"
"He carries six hundred dollars about him."
"You don"t say so! How did you find out?"
"I overheard him telling the boy so."
"That"s important news. The boy must have a couple of hundred, or thereabouts, as he is on his way to California."
"Eight hundred dollars together! That would make a good haul."
"So it would, but it won"t be easy to get it."
While this conversation was going on Tom informed Mr. Waterbury of what had pa.s.sed between Graham and himself.
"So he warned you against me, did he?" said Mr. Waterbury laughingly.
"Yes, he thought I would be safer in his company."
"If you want to exchange, I will retire," said Mr. Waterbury, smiling.
"Thank you; I would rather not. I am glad I met you, or he might have managed to get in with me."
It was not long before they came to a landing. It was a small river village, whose neat white houses, with here and there one of greater pretensions, presented an attractive appearance. A lady and her daughter came on board here. The lady was dressed in black, and appeared to be a widow. The girl was perhaps fourteen years of age, with a bright, attractive face. Two trunks were put on the boat with them, and as they were the only pa.s.sengers from this landing, Tom inferred that they were their property.
"That"s quite a pretty girl," said Mr. Waterbury.
"Yes," answered Tom.
"You ought to get acquainted with her," said Mr. Waterbury jocosely.
"Perhaps," said Tom shyly, "you will get acquainted with them, and then you can introduce me."
"You are quite sharp," said Mr. Waterbury, laughing. "However, your hint is a good one. I may act upon it."
It happened, however, that Tom required no introduction. As the lady and her daughter walked across the deck, to occupy some desirable seats on the other side, the former dropped a kid glove, which Tom, espying, hastened forward and, picking up, politely tendered to the owner.
"You are very kind," said the lady, in a pleasant voice. "I am much obliged."
"Mama is quite in the habit of dropping her gloves," said the young girl, with a smiling glance at Tom. "I really think she does it on purpose."
"Then, perhaps, I had better keep near-by to pick them up," said Tom.
"Really, Jennie," said her mother, "you are giving the young gentleman a strange impression of me."
"Well, mama, you know you dropped your gloves in the street the last time you were in Pittsburg, but there was no gentleman to pick them up, so I had to. Are you going to Cincinnati?" she asked, turning to Tom.