Out for Business; or, Robert Frost's Strange Career — John Shaqi
Out for Business; or, Robert Frost's Strange CareerAlger, Horatio, Jr.
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Out for Business; or, Robert Frost's Strange Career
Alger, Horatio, Jr.
Chicago (Ill.) -- History -- 19th century -- Juvenile fiction; Self-reliance -- Juvenile fiction; Stepfathers -- Juvenile fiction
The miner coolly lifted the window beside his seat.
"Do you see that window," he asked.
"Yes. What of it?"
"Have you any particular desire to be thrown out?"
"No," answered the other, in evident alarm.
"Then don't you dare to insinuate that I am in league with anybody for
crooked work."
As he spoke, he rose to his full height, showing a muscular figure,
rather more than six feet in length. Robert's antagonist was about six
inches shorter.
"No offense, mister," he said meekly.
"You seem to be coming to your senses. Now, is this watch yours?"
"What watch?"
"The watch in the boy's pocket."
"Yes."
"How did the other man get hold of it?"
"If he had it at all, he stole it from me."
"Very good; we'll investigate this. My young friend, come with me into
the smoking-car."
The claimant protested uneasily, but the miner insisted.
He and Robert left the car and went into the one behind.
There about the middle of the car sat the man from whom Robert had
received the watch.
"Give it back to him," said the miner.
Robert walked up to his first acquaintance.
"I want you to take back your watch," he said. "This man says it
belongs to him."
The tall, thin man looked at his confederate. He saw that their little
plan of frightening Robert into giving them ten dollars had failed.
"Did you send him in to me?" went on Robert.
"There is some mistake. I sent him in for it, but he misunderstood me."
He looked askance at the miner, who he saw was disposed to be a friend
of Robert.
"Look here," said the miner sternly, "you are a precious pair of
rascals. Your little game hasn't worked. I have seen such men as you
before. I was on the vigilance committee in San Francisco some years
ago, and such fellows as you we strung up to the nearest lamp-post. Can
you make it convenient to get off at the next station?"
"That's where we intend to stop," said the tall man meekly.
"That is fortunate. It will save you a good deal of trouble. Now, boy,
come back into the other car. We have no further business with these
gentlemen."
Going back, they sat down in the same seat.
"I am very much obliged to you for getting me out of the scrape," said
Robert gratefully.
"Don't mention it."
"Do you really think they were----?"
"Crooks? Yes. They had all the signs. I've rubbed against such fellows
before now. These fellows are not smart. They don't understand the
rudiments of the business."
"You spoke of San Francisco. Have you been there?" asked Robert with
interest.
"I lived there and at the mines for five years."
"Were you lucky?"
"You mean, did I strike it rich? Well, I had middling luck. I didn't
go there for nothing. How much do you think I had when I landed at
Frisco?"
"A hundred dollars?"
"I had just three dollars and a half. I had one extra shirt, and that
was about all."
"That wasn't a very large supply. Where did you go from?"
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