"
"Sorry I can't oblige you," said the officer; "but I'm not allowed
to do it. He'll have to stand his trial."
"I'm sorry for you, Travis," said Dick. "I didn't want you arrested.
I only wanted my bank-book back."
"Curse you!" said Travis, scowling vindictively. "Wait till I get
free. See if I don't fix you."
"You needn't pity him too much," said the officer. "I know him now.
He's been to the Island before."
"It's a lie," said Travis, violently.
"Don't be too noisy, my friend," said the officer. "If you've got no
more business here, we'll be going."
He withdrew with the prisoner in charge, and Dick, having drawn his
two dollars, left the bank. Notwithstanding the violent words the
prisoner had used towards himself, and his attempted robbery, he
could not help feeling sorry that he had been instrumental in
causing his arrest.
"I'll keep my book a little safer hereafter," thought Dick. "Now I
must go and see Tom Wilkins."
Before dismissing the subject of Travis and his theft, it may be
remarked that he was duly tried, and, his guilt being clear, was
sent to Blackwell's Island for nine months. At the end of that time,
on his release, he got a chance to work his passage on a ship to
San Francisco, where he probably arrived in due time. At any rate,
nothing more has been heard of him, and probably his threat of
vengence against Dick will never be carried into effect.
Pages:
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171