"I'll make a complaint if I am still in the city," said Ralph.
"But where will I find you?"
"Ask for me at Mr. Kelsey's office in this building."
"Oh! All right," said the guardian of the peace, and then he and the boy separated.
In a minute more Ralph was back in the offices upstairs.
"Sorry, but Mr. Kelsey has not returned," said the clerk. "Better come in to-morrow about ten o'clock."
"Thank you, I will," replied Ralph.
He went downstairs much disappointed.
"I'll have to find some sort of a sleeping-place for to-night," he thought. "And it must be a cheap one, for if Mr. Kelsey doesn't come back in a day or two I will have to go home without seeing him, and I want to save the carfare to do it. No more riding in empty freight cars for me!" and he laughed to himself, as he remembered his experience in that line.
Ralph had often heard of the Battery, as the lower end of the city is called, and he determined to pay it a brief visit before nightfall should set in.