But he
had not energy enough to succeed, as has already been stated, and
I am afraid the poor boy had met with many hardships, and suffered
more than once from cold and hunger. Dick had befriended him more
than once, and often given him a breakfast or dinner, as the case
might be.
"How'd you get away?" asked Dick, with some curiosity. "Did
you walk?"
"No, I rode on the cars."
"Where'd you get your money? I hope you didn't steal it."
"I didn't have none."
"What did you do, then?"
"I got up about three o'clock, and walked to Albany."
"Where's that?" asked Dick, whose ideas on the subject of geography
were rather vague.
"Up the river."
"How far?"
"About a thousand miles," said Johnny, whose conceptions of distance
were equally vague.
"Go ahead. What did you do then?"
"I hid on top of a freight car, and came all the way without their
seeing me.* That man in the brown coat was the man that got me the
place, and I'm afraid he'd want to send me back."
* A fact.
"Well," said Dick, reflectively, "I dunno as I'd like to live in the
country. I couldn't go to Tony Pastor's or the Old Bowery. There
wouldn't be no place to spend my evenings. But I say, it's tough in
winter, Johnny, 'specially when your overcoat's at the tailor's, an'
likely to stay there."
"That's so, Dick. But I must be goin', or Mr. Taylor'll get somebody
else to shine his boots."
Johnny walked back to Nassau Street, while Dick kept on his way to
Broadway.
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