Deeming themselves now safe, they dropped into a walk and began to discuss the situation.
Soon they met several other members of the company. From these they learned that Nathan Wampole had indeed run away, carrying every cent of the box-office receipts with him.
“The scoundrel!” burst out Carl. “What are we going to do here, penniless and over two hundred miles from New York?”
No one could answer that question, and, as there was nothing else to do, Leo and Carl turned their steps toward the boarding-house at which they had been stopping.
CHAPTER XVI.—AN UNPLEASANT POSITION.
The bad news had preceded Leo and Carl Ross, and they found Mrs. Gerston, the landlady, waiting at the front door.
“So Mr. Wampole has run away, eh?” she said sharply.
“It seems so,” said Carl soberly.
“And who is to pay me?”
“He is responsible, madam,” replied Leo.