The dawn was hovering in the East when Michael led Sam up to his own room, and throwing wide the door of his own little private bath-room told Sam to take a hot bath, it would make him feel better.
While Sam was thus engaged Michael made a compact bundle of Sam’s old garments, and stealing softly to the back hall window, landed them by a neat throw on the top of the ash barrel in the court below. Sam’s clothes might see the alley again by way of the ash man, but never on Sam’s back.
Quite late that very same morning, when Sam, clothed and in a new and righter mind than ever before in his life, walked down with Michael to breakfast, and was introduced as “my friend Mr. Casey” to the landlady, who was hovering about the now deserted breakfast table; he looked every inch of him a respectable citizen. Not handsome and distinguished like Michael, of course, but quite unnoticeable, and altogether proper as a guest at the respectable breakfast table of Mrs. Semple.
Michael explained that they had been detained out late the night before by an accident, and Mrs. Semple gave special orders for a nice breakfast to be served to Mr. Endicott and his friend, and said it wasn’t any trouble at all.
People always thought it was no trouble to do things for Michael.
While they ate, Michael arranged with Sam to take a trip out to see Buck.
“I was expecting to go this morning,” he said. “I had my plans all made. They write me that Buck is getting uneasy and they wish I’d come, but now”—he looked meaningly at Sam—“I think I ought to stay here for a little. Could you go in my place? There are things here I must attend to.”
Sam looked, and his face grew dark with sympathy. He understood.
“I’ll keep you informed about Lizzie,” went on Michael with delicate intuition, “and anyway you couldn’t see her for sometime, I think if you try you could help Buck as much as I. He needs to understand that breaking laws is all wrong. That it doesn’t pay in the end, and that there has got to be a penalty—you know. You can make him see things in a new way if you try. Are you willing to go, Sam?”
“I’ll go,” said Sam briefly, and Michael knew he would do his best. It might be that Sam’s change of viewpoint would have more effect upon Buck than anything Michael could say. For it was an open secret between Sam and Michael now that Sam stood for a new order of things and that the old life, so far as he was concerned, he had put away.