“I don’t believe you are in delicate health, but I can’t help it if you are. You must go!” “You forget,” said Fairfax in a different tone, “that half of the stateroom is mine. I have paid for it.” “Then I will return the money. Here it is.” “I prefer to remain here.” “If you don’t go,” said Robert energetically, “I will call for help and report that you tried to rob me!” “You will repent this unkind treatment,” said Fairfax sullenly, but he proceeded to dress nevertheless, and in a few minutes he left the stateroom. Robert locked the door after him and then, returning to bed, he said with a sigh of relief: “Now I can sleep without fear. I am sure that fellow is a rascal, and I am glad to be rid of him.” CHAPTER XXV A BAGGAGE SMASHER’S REVENGE When Robert awoke in the morning it was eight o’clock and the steamer lay quietly at its pier. Almost all the passengers had landed and he was nearly alone on the great steamer. Of course Mortimer Fairfax had gone with the rest; in fact, Fairfax was one of the first to land. He had passed the remainder of the night in the saloon, anxious, as long as he remained on board, lest Robert should denounce him for his attempted theft. Robert was a stranger in New York. He was instantly impressed by what he could see of the great city from the deck of the steamer. He took his valise In his hand and walked across the gangplank upon the pier. At the entrance he was accosted by a hackman. “Carriage, sir?” “No,” answered Robert. “I will carry you cheap.” “What do you call cheap?” “Where do you want to go?” “Astor House.” This hotel had been suggested by the hermit. “All right! Jump in!” and the hackman was about to take Robert’s valise. “Wait a moment,” said the lad firmly. “I haven’t agreed to ride. What do you charge?” “Two dollars.” “Two dollars! How far is it?” “About five miles!” answered the hackman with unblushing falsehood. “Is there no stage that goes to that part of the city?” “No; your only way is to take a carriage.” Though Robert had never before been in New York, he felt convinced that this was untrue and said quietly: “Then I will walk.” “It is too far, young man. Nobody walks up there.” “Then I’ll be the first one to try it!” said Robert coolly. “Wait a minute, youngster! I’ll take you for a dollar and a half.” Robert did not answer, but crossed the street. “Carry your bag, sir?” said a boy of about his own age, who seemed to be waiting for a job. “Do you know the way to the Astor House?” asked Robert. “I ought to.” “How far is it?” “Half a mile.” “That hack driver told me it was five miles.” The boy grinned. “He thought you were green,” he said. “Say, boss, shall I carry that v’lise?” “How much do you charge?” “I’ll take it to Broadway for a quarter.” “All right. I’ll pay it.” “I see,” thought Robert, “I shall have to look out or I shall be cheated. It seems to cost a good deal of money to travel.”