“You have been giving him some impudence, Will,” said Mr. Leonard.
“Not a bit. I never give impudence,” said Will, indignantly. “I jist wakened some of them up a trifle. They were loafing over other things, you see, and keeping me waiting. Now that weren’t my idee of bizness, and I didn’t stop long to say so.”
“What did you say to them?” asked Wilson.
“I told them that if they thought I was goin’ to hang round cooling my shins waitin’ on them, they’d spent their money for the wrong monkey, that was all. But I didn’t give no impudence.”
“You came very near it, then,” said Wilson.
“Bizness is about done up for to-night, and I’ve got some of my own to ’tend to. Anything ag’in’ my gettin’ off early?” asked Will.
“No. You can go,” said Mr. Leonard.
“That’s clever. Want to call on my uncle,” replied Will, with an odd look, as he left the room.
“There is some hidden meaning in that last remark,” said the officer, rising. “Very likely he may be going to call on the old man you speak of. I think I will track him and learn who this individual is.”
Will was not twenty steps from the door before the eyes of the shrewd officer were on him. Unconscious of espionage he hurried in a rapid manner through the streets, giving Mr. Fitler some trouble to keep him in sight.