Missing children -- Juvenile fiction; Social classes -- Juvenile fiction
"If she wasn't all right, it would be different," he said, arguing with
himself. "After we get her into aunt Dorcas's home, she couldn't be
fixed any better if she was living with the President, so of course her
folks won't fuss so awfully much about her."
He enjoyed this journey, because every step was bringing him nearer to
the princess, whose devoted slave he was, and the tramp of three miles
came to an end before he was conscious of having walked one-third of the
distance.
He had arrived within sight of Mrs. Weber's home, and was hoping to
catch a glimpse of the princess's curly head in the window, when some
one stepped deliberately in front of him, barring his passage.
"Hello, Dan, ain't you gone back to the city yet?" he cried, in
surprise, as he recognised the amateur detective.
"I started last night, an' if I'd got there, you an' Plums would be in
jail by this time; but I wasn't such a chump as to run right over
without findin' out if things had been goin' wrong. You think I don't
'mount to anything as a detective, eh? Well, jest look at this, an' see
what would have happened if I'd gone there same's you'd done!"
As he ceased speaking Dan handed his friend a copy of an evening paper,
folded in such a manner that a certain advertisement stood out
prominently.
Joe's face paled, as he read the following lines:
One hundred dollars will be paid for information concerning
the whereabouts of a fruit vendor known as Joseph Potter,
and two newsboys, one of whom answers to the nickname of
"Plums," and the other known as Dan Fernald. The above
reward will be paid to any one who will secure for the
undersigned an interview with either of the boys named.
Address Cushman & Morton, Attorneys at Law, 47-1/2 Pine
Street, New York.
As before, he failed to see immediately below this an advertisement
requesting information concerning a little girl who had strayed from the
Grand Central Depot, and offering one thousand dollars reward for the
same.
"You see I got myself into a scrape tryin' to help you through and how's
it turned out! You wouldn't so much as give me a bite to eat when I was
starvin', even when you had plenty of it without costin' a cent. Now, if
I'm caught, I've got to go to jail, jest the same's if I'd done whatever
you did."
"But I haven't done anything crooked, Dan. I can't so much as guess what
these lawyers want me for."
"Oh, you tell that to the marines! Fellers what get so swell they can't
sell papers for a living, but splurge out into a fruit store, with a
clerk, an' all them things, have to get money somehow. I don't say as
you've robbed a bank, 'cause I don't see how you could get into one; but
it must be something pretty nigh as bad, else who'd offer a hundred
dollars jest to get hold of you? I ain't so certain but I shall snoop in
that cash, an' take the chances of goin' to jail."
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