"Do as I tell you, and never mind about your cap, do you hear?"
"Yes, sir."
"He will give you something to bring back, and you are not to stop on the way, no matter what happens."
"I'm not in the habit of loafing," Jet replied, just a trifle indignantly, and before he could say anything more the short man added impatiently:
"Then don't do it here. Get on about your business, for we want the answer in the ten minutes you promised."
Jet started at once, feeling decidedly hurt at the tone used by the men, and, walking as rapidly as the crowds on the sidewalk would permit, was soon at the appointed place.
A rough booking fellow with a shock of red hair which looked quite as false as the tall man's whiskers, was waiting for him.
"What is your number?" he asked nervously.
"I was told to say one hundred and ten, but that isn't right."
"Give me the bag, and take this back," the man said, as he literally tore Jet's burden from him, and thrust into the boy's hands a paper parcel so heavy that it required all his strength to hold it on one arm.