"Yes."
"I'm going to see him at once. Coming along?"
"Not just now. I will be back later."
"Just so, Luke; I hope you git justice for bein' left aboard."
And with a shake of his weather-beaten face, Tony Dibble started off for the Ridgerow House.
Then I continued my stroll quite a distance. Some of the shop windows that were still lighted interested me, and before I knew it I had gone a mile, if not more. At length I came to a railroad station. A number of trains had just come in, and a crowd of people were streaming from the various entrances and I stopped to watch them.
Suddenly some one stopped in blank amazement before me.
"So here's where you have been keeping yourself, young man!" were the first words I heard.
Somewhat startled, I looked full at the speaker.
It was my uncle Felix!