“I gave that chap a fine scare,” said Bull, with a coarse laugh.
“Who? Why, that fellow Mike Quick,” was the reply.
“Now, my boy, you are asking entirely too much.”
“I thought you intended to tell me all about it.”
“Then my curiosity must remain unsatisfied,” remarked Frank.
“You were saying you would introduce me to a chap who would put me in the way of making some ducats.”
“Curse that Tony Riley!” exclaimed Bull; “he should have been here an hour ago.”
Mr. Blair would have been perturbed if he had known his friend languished in a station-house cell.
“Because he must be away up, or you would not travel with him.”
“How much money have you got?” inquired Bull.
“Enough to keep me for a few days,” replied Hare.
“You’ve treated me to-night as if I was a dear friend.”
“That’s because I’ve taken quite a shine to you.”
“You’d be in better luck if you had got acquainted with me about twenty-four hours earlier.”
“Do you intend to take your diamonds to Philadelphia for sale?”
Blair’s brow grew dark, and he glanced suspiciously at his companion.
“Who said anything about having diamonds for sale?”
“Suppose I have got some diamonds?” said Blair.
“As I told you before, I can introduce you to a man who will pay you more than you can get here in New York.”
“We’ll talk about that in the morning, young fellow.”
“You can bet it is as I choose. Let us have another drink.”
“One more, and then we will go home. You’ll bunk with me?”
“I’ll stake you in grub and liquor until you make a strike.”
“You won’t find me ungrateful,” returned Hare.
They drank their liquor and left the dive together. Bull conducted his new-found friend to a small lodginghouse, a few blocks distant from Shaw’s.
Frank found the rascal’s room neatly furnished, and it contained two cots. He was glad of this latter, as he would not be obliged to rest at the side of Blair.
Bull closed and locked the door. Then he seemed to instantly sober up, although he must have drunk more than a quart of whisky. Springing upon the detective, he bore him to the floor.
Burt Cromwell looked upon the beautiful Abyssinian in disgust when she spoke of her uncle intending to murder Henry Stolburst.
“I have heard,” he said, “that savages were proverbially grateful.”
“Save your taunts; they have no effect upon me.”