CHAPTER XIX
DOWN THE ROPE
When Ned started on a run up the street, after seeing in the station the man he believed was seeking to arrest him, he had no definite idea where he was going. All he cared about was to get out of the inspector’s sight.
“I can’t go back home,” he reasoned as he hurried on, seeking to lose himself in the crowd. “If I do they’ll arrest me as soon as I leave the train. I can’t bring disgrace on my father that way, though I am innocent of any intentional wrong-doing. Besides if it was known that I bought this stock it might injure his reputation at the bank. They might think he advised me to do it, and the bank doesn’t allow its officials to do that sort of business.”
Ned slowed his pace down from a run to a rapid walk, as he noticed that several persons were looking curiously at him. He did not want to attract attention.
“What had I better do?” he asked himself. “If I stay here I’m liable to arrest any moment. If I go home I’m sure of it as soon as I get off the train, as every one at the depot knows me. But they don’t here,” he added, as a thought came to him. “That’s one good thing. I’m an utter stranger in New York. The only persons who know me are my uncle and aunt. They are far enough off. Of course there’s Mary the servant girl, but I guess she’s not liable to meet me. Besides, she wouldn’t know the police wanted me. Then there’s Mr. Skem, but I guess he’s too busy himself, dodging the officers, to be found in this vicinity.
“That’s the best thing to do,” Ned decided. “I’ll stay in New York until—well until something happens. But the worst of it is I can’t even write to the folks at home. I can’t let them know what has occurred. I wonder what the boys will do when they come and find the house closed? If I send a letter to father the postal authorities can trace where it came from and get me. A telegram would be as bad. I’m just like a prisoner who can’t communicate with his friends. The only thing to do is to stick it out until something happens. If they would only arrest Skem & Skim maybe their testimony would clear me. But I guess they’re not likely to catch them. I’ve got to stick it out alone and it’s going to be hard work.”
By this time Ned felt he was far enough away from the depot to render capture in the immediate future out of the question. He felt he could risk walking a little slower, for it was no joke to hurry along a mile or more carrying his valise, even though it was not a large one.