“Some papers belonging to my father.”
The boy wanted to question Jerry for further particulars, but the young oarsman did not care to say too much, and hurried off, to seek the tramp again.
That evening found our hero at Mrs. Price’s, footsore and downhearted. He had seen nothing of Crazy Jim, and it looked as if the precious packet was gone for good.
Jerry could not help but wonder what Alexander Slocum’s next move would be. Would the man endeavor to hunt him out or would he write to his father?
The next morning, on his way to Mr. Randolph Islen’s place of business, Jerry met Nellie Ardell.
“Did you find Mr. Slocum’s?” she asked.
“I did; and had a very disagreeable visit,” returned our hero.
“I knew you would have,” she went on. “I wish he was not my landlord.”
Jerry asked her how Tommy was, and then they parted, and five minutes more brought our hero to the book-bindery.
Mr. Islen was not yet in, but he soon arrived, and smiled as Jerry presented himself.