“Yes, sir; I found him: in fact, I found two of the name I gave you,” replied Wade readily. “I’m glad you did: I thought Mr. Diddler must be in that room if he was anywhere in the house.” “He’s there; and I think his father, whose name is not Diddler, would like to hear from him.” “Did you find that you knew the boys in that room?” asked the clerk, who had had many doubts in regard to taking them into the house. “I knew them both the moment I set eyes on them.” “Who are they?” “One of them is Matt Swikes, and the other is Lon Trustleton. Both of them came from Midhampton. Lon threatened to lick me if I said any thing about them, and I want him to try it on.” “Trustleton! Then he must be the son of Capt. Trustleton of Midhampton,” added the clerk. “That’s what he is, every time,” replied Wade, who felt that he had no right to keep still when these boys were running away with money they had stolen: besides, he wanted to know about the licking Lon was to give him. “And who are you, young man?” asked the clerk. “My name is Wade Brooks; and I used to live in Midhampton.” “Does your father live there?” “I have no father or mother, or any relations that I know of.” “But whom did you run away from?” “Nobody has any claim on me; and I am my own master,” replied Wade decidedly. “Can I get any work about this house? I want something to do.” “Nothing here. Have you told me the truth about the other two boys?” “Of course I have; and you’ll find it so, if you look into the matter. But I’m going now,” continued Wade, moving towards the entrance. The clerk did not offer to detain him, and Wade reached the street. It was no use to do any thing more about the eighteen dollars: he gave it up, and tried to be as resigned as possible to the heavy loss. It was just his luck. He began to feel the necessity of something to eat again, for he had not tasted food since he breakfasted with Mr. Klucker. But he walked to the place where he had taken his morning meal, for he thought his money would not last long if he patronized the restaurants in the Fifth Avenue. The keeper asked him some questions about his search for the missionary; but it was only to make fun of him, and he gave short answers to him. He spent ten cents upon a plate of baked beans; for this was one of the cheap dishes, and he could not indulge in chops and beefsteaks. He wondered where he should pass the night. He had not been in a bed for two nights, and he was beginning to feel very tired. He asked the keeper of the restaurant where he could find a cheap lodging, and was directed to a place where he could get the luxury of a bed for twenty-five cents. He went to it; and, though it was cheap, it was better than he had had in the garret of Obed Swikes. There were six beds in the room; and, as it was only half-past seven, he had the choice of them.