Imagine Mr. Hastings" astonishment when, soon after he had made his last change of cars and was speeding homeward on the Lake Sh.o.r.e Road, Tode appeared to him.
"Well!" was his exclamation, "what are you doing here? This isn"t Buffalo."
"No, sir; but a fellow sometimes has to get to Buffalo before he can get to Cleveland, you know."
"Oh, you"re bound for Cleveland, are you? And who pays your way this time?"
"Well, sir," said Tode, gravely, "I"m traveling with you."
"What?"
"I _am_. I"ve been from Albany to New York with you, and I left you at the hotel, and I came after you on Friday, and carried your valise and things to the cars, and came up to Albany with you, and waited for you until the midnight train, and came on to Syracuse with you, and waited while you got your breakfast--and here I am."
Unbounded amazement kept Mr. Hastings silent. Presently he asked, incredulously:
"Who paid your fare all this time?"
"Wolfie, princ.i.p.ally."
"Who?"
"Wolfie," pointing to the cloak. "I hid under him, and cuddled up, and he made it all right with the conductor."
Mr. Hastings" face was a study--astonishment, indignation and fun each struggling for the mastery. At last his face broadened, and his eyes twinkled, and he leaned back in his seat and indulged in a long, loud, hearty laugh. Tode"s eyes twinkled, but he waited decorously for the laugh to subside.
"This is the most ridiculous thing I ever heard of in my life," began the gentleman when he could speak.
"So you"re traveling with _me_, are you? And what do you propose to do when you get to Cleveland?"
"Mean to work for you, sir."
"Upon my word! How do you know I shall need your help?"
"You"ve needed it several times on this journey," said Tode, significantly.
Whereupon Mr. Hastings laughed again.
"You"ll do," he said at length. "I don"t see that you need any help from me. I should say that you are thoroughly capable of taking care of yourself."
Tode shrugged his shoulders.
"I"m a stranger on this road," he answered, gravely. "Just as you was on the Central and them roads, I suppose."
"And you think inasmuch as you took care of me during the time I spent on _your_ roads, I ought to return the favor now we are on _mine_." This with a strong emphasis on that word "_mine_."
"Well, sir, I don"t know that I ever did so foolish a thing in my life, but then you must be considered as a remarkable specimen. Conductor, could you do me the favor to pa.s.s this youngster through to Cleveland?"
Mr. Hastings spoke with easy a.s.surance. Tode didn"t know how nearly he had touched the truth when he hinted at the great man"s power on _that_ road.
"Certainly, sir," answered the obliging conductor, "if it will be a favor to you."
"All right, sir. Now, young man, help yourself to a seat, and I shall expect to be most thoroughly cared for during the rest of this journey."
Tode obeyed with great alacrity, and gave himself a great many little commendatory nods and pats for the successful way in which he had managed the whole of this delicate and difficult business.
CHAPTER V.
TODE"S AMBITION.
Mr. Hastings" elegant carriage was drawn up at a safe distance from the puffing iron animal who had just screeched his way into the depot. The coachman on the box managed with dextrous hand the two black horses who seemed disposed to resent the coming of their puffing rival, while with his hand resting on the k.n.o.b of the carriage door, looking right and left for somebody, and finally springing forward to welcome his father, was Master Pliny Hastings, older by fourteen years than when that dinner party was given in honor of his birthday.
"Tumble up there with the driver," was Mr. Hastings" direction to Tode, who stood and looked with open-eyed delight on carriage, horses, driver, _everything_, while father and son exchanged greeting.
Pliny _did_ wait until the carriage door was closed before he burst forth with:
"Father, where on earth did you pick up that bundle of rags, and what did you bring him home for?"
"He brought me, I believe," answered Mr. Hastings, laughing at the droll remembrance. "At least I think you"ll find that"s his version of the matter."
"What are you going to do with him?"
"More than I know. I"m entirely at his disposal."
"Father, how queer you are. What"s his name?"
"Upon my word I don"t know. I never thought to inquire. You may question him to your heart"s content when you get home. There is a funny story connected with him, which I will tell you sometime. Meantime let me rest and tell me the news."
"He is a very smart specimen, Augusta," explained Mr. Hastings to his wife that evening, when she looked aghast at the idea of harboring Tode for the night.
"A remarkable boy in some respects, and I fancy he may really become a prize in the way of a waiter at one of the hotels. These fellows who have brought themselves up on the street do sometimes develop a surprising apt.i.tude for business, and I am greatly mistaken if this one is not of that stamp. I"ll take him off your hands in the morning, Augusta, and he can"t demoralize Pliny in one evening. Besides," he added as a lofty afterthought, "if my son can be injured by coming in contact with evil in any shape, I am ashamed of him."
In very much the same style was Tode introduced at one of the grand hotels the next morning.
"The boy is sharp enough for _anything_," explained Mr. Hastings to the landlord. "I don"t believe you will find his match in the city. Suppose you take him in, and see what you can do for him?"
The landlord eyed the very ragged, and very roguish, and very doubtful looking personage thus introduced with a not particularly hopeful face; but Mr. Hastings was a person to be pleased first and foremost under all circ.u.mstances, so the answer was prompt.
"Well, sir, if you wish it we will give him a trial, of course; but what can we set him at in that plight?"
"Um," remarked Mr. Hastings, thoughtfully, "I hadn"t thought of that. Oh well, he means to earn some better clothes at once. Isn"t that so, my lad?"
Tode nodded. He hadn"t thought of such a thing--his aim was still only a warm place to sleep in; but he immediately set down better clothes as another hight to be attained.
"Meantime, Mr. Roberts, hasn"t Tom some old clothes that he has outgrown? This fellow is shorter than Tom, I should think. He"ll work for his board and clothes, of course, for the present. Can you make it go, Mr. Roberts?"