"Well, Pep, I'm sorry for you," said Richard kindly, "and I won't do anything to you for having taken that money. But those letters—they were valuable. What have you done with them?"
"I've got 'em home, sir. I'll bring 'em to you right away, sir."
"I haven't got time to wait now," returned Richard, highly elated to find that Doc Linyard's property was safe. "Will you meet me here at six o'clock to-night?"
"Yes, sir."
"Sure? Remember I must have those letters."
"I'll bring 'em. I've got 'em hid in de garret. I didn't open 'em or noddin'. I can't read only a little newspaper print—'nough to find out what's in de paper ter sell it."
"Well, I shall expect you sure," replied Richard. "I'll give you ten cents for bringing them," he added, to make certain that Pep would not change him mind. "Have you had any breakfast?"
"I haven't had no eatin' since yesterday mornin'."
"What would you do if I gave you ten cents?"
Pep's eyes opened in wonder. In his knockabout life he had met all sorts of people, yet here was certainly a new kind.