The reporter went back to where Larry had parted from him, and made careful inquiries. He found one or two who remembered having seen several boys, more or less like Larry, about the time he disappeared. But the bomb had exploded that same time, and the attention of everyone had centered on that.
CHAPTER XIX
LARRY’S MOVEMENTS
Larry passed a restless night. He slept but little and frequently he got up to peer from the darkened window. Sometimes he heard voices in the next room, and he knew the men were on guard.
“I must keep up my courage,” thought the boy, “someone will surely come for me. This is New York, and they have lots of police.”
But Larry forgot that the very size of the city was a factor against his being found very soon.
Toward morning he fell into a doze and got a little sleep on the pile of blankets. He was awakened by one of the men coming into the room. The fellow had a plate of bread and butter and a cup of coffee.
“We ain’t going to starve you,” he said, in not an unkind tone. “We don’t want to hurt you any, but we’ve got to protect ourselves.”
Larry did not answer. He took the food, of which he was beginning to feel the need. The coffee warmed him and he felt better after drinking it.
“Remember now, no tricks,” the man warned as he prepared to leave. “The windows are guarded.”