"Where you goin' to take him?" he asked of Dan; and the latter replied:
"I don't know; but we've got to get him out of town by the shortest cut, an' I reckon that'll be Thirty-fourth Street Ferry. How much money you fellers got?"
Master Plummer took from his pocket that which remained of the amount given him by Joe the night previous, and, after counting it twice, replied:
"Here's sixteen cents what belongs to Joe, an' I've got twenty of my own."
"Us fellers have anteed up a dollar an' a quarter towards seein' you through, an' here it is," Master Fernald said, as he gave Plums a handful of small coins.
Joe did not so much as glance at the money, and Dan said, impatiently:
"Now, don't hang 'round here any longer, you two, 'cause it's mighty near sunrise."
"But what about the kid?" Plums asked, as if until that moment he had entirely forgotten the sleeping child.
"I reckon she'll have to take her chances," Dan replied, carelessly. "Some one will look out for her, of course,—turn her over to McDaniels, the blacksmith."
This suggestion aroused Joe very suddenly, and he glanced at each of his companions in turn, as if to read the thoughts of all, after which he said, sharply: