A District Messenger Boy, and A Necktie Party — John Shaqi
A District Messenger Boy, and A Necktie PartyOtis, James
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A District Messenger Boy, and A Necktie Party
Otis, James
Adventure stories; Boys -- Juvenile fiction
He had just time enough to dart behind a pile of baggage, before the
man came up, and he
needed but one glance to convince him that Ned had good cause for fear.
The man's face
was so brutal looking, that even he began to think perhaps it might not
be advisable to appeal to the captain of the steamer, lest the story
should not be believed, and he be called to an account for interfering.
The valises were still where he had left them, and, marching boldly
out, but feeling quite the reverse of what he tried to assume, he took
the baggage, not heeding the pleading look Ned gave him, and went to
the stateroom, where he remained some time, trying to make up his mind
what he could do to aid the boy who had appealed to him. He did not for
a moment entertain the idea of leaving him with that man. Suddenly,
what seemed to be a very brilliant idea came to him, and he walked
down-stairs on to the main deck again, leaving the door of the
stateroom unlocked.
The man was seated by Ned's side, smoking, and Joe went from one place
to another, keeping the couple in sight all the while, until he saw him
walk away with a companion who spoke to him, and looked quite as
detestable as he.
Joe made sure that the two had gone into the lower cabin, and, running
quickly to where Ned sat, he said, "Come up-stairs with me as fast as
you can, an' I'll show you what to do." Then, taking the little fellow
by the hand, he hurried to the upper deck, not looking around, and
hardly daring to breathe until they were in the stateroom, with the
door securely fastened and the blind of the window closed.
" There!" he exclaimed, triumphantly, in a whisper, "I guess this fixes
Mr. Man, an' when
he tries to find you he'll think that stealin' boys hain't so easy as
he thought it was."
"But he'll come up here to get me," said Ned, hoping that there was an
opportunity for him to escape, yet frightened at the step he had taken.
" He may come up-stairs; but how can he find you? See here, Ned, I've
got two tickets for the passage in my pocket, an' the room's been paid
for by the man I told you about. Now we can keep in here till the boat
stops, and then I guess we can give him the slip; but I hain't thought
yet how we either of us can get home."
"But s'posen he comes right up here to the door?"
"He w6n't do that. Can't you see, Ned, that he don '.t know anything
more about this room
than he does of any other? We're all right for awhile anyhow; but I
guess we'll be pretty
hungry, 'cause we can't get anything to eat."
" I don't care 'bout that, if he don't get hold of me again," said Ned,
growing bright and happy as he realized his temporary safety.
The boys examined the tickets Joe had, looked curiously at the snug
little cabin, wondered what the man would say or do when he could not
find Ned, and, finally, the first novelty of the situation having
passed away, they talked of their homes.
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